Shymkent, Kazakhstan: Day 24
Mechanic sucked, drove all night. Met some nice truckers at the Uzbek-Kazakh border.
Kazakh drivers are like Georgian drivers if Georgians could afford Mercedes.
Had to skip Kyrgyzstan on account of time crunch, questionable vehicle condition, but we could see the snow-capped mountains in the distance … from the pot-holed Kazakh flood plains and grave yards where we had to drive.
Asking old men roadside for directions to Kazakhstan, we were told we’d already unofficially crossed the border. Then they gave us a melon. The melon festival rages on.
