What is Central Asia without at least one day spent on horseback? Well, it’s fine actually. Lots to see and do staying on your own two feet, but I felt like I wanted a horseback riding experience in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan, so that is what I did on my third day. I’m a city person by nature, but sometimes it is nice to spend a day or so in nature. The problem is, I don’t have a way always of getting to nature on my own and I don’t travel with a horse (or a mule), so I booked a private day trip with Ventura Tours.
I was happy to have some company for the day as, due to language barriers and a lack of connection with fellow backpackers, I had been really on my own since I got to Almaty. I was picked up in the morning by Ash, the owner of Ventura. Ash was cool. A young, hardworking guy who spoke perfect English. He started a travel company just before covid and made it work, and he produces music for locate acts. He was also keen to start a club for young men who wanted to gather to smoke and discuss literature. A person I could relate to. He even recognized my Frank Sinatra tattoo for who it is. I can’t tell you how many weird conversations I have had with people in far flung countries where people have asked me about the mugshot tattoo on my forearm. Trying to explain to a teenager in Bangladesh or a farmer in Cambodia that I have a tattoo of a deceased 20th century American crooner is odd and never met with any familiarity. But Ash knew.
Anyway, we drove and chatted about life in Bishkek and his various hopes, ambitions, and observations until we reached out first stop.
Burana Tower
Burana Tower is a minaret in the Chüy Valley. It dates back to about the 11th century and is all that remains of a city that was founded there in about the 9th century. The minaret used to be much taller, but what remains is still impressive. Monochromatic and covered by design in its intricate brickwork. And it really stands out, standing in a flat plain, ringed by pale blue and purple mountains.
On one side of it is a collection of tombstones. These tombstones are also very old, but there were not originally all here. Over the centuries, travellers along the silk road sometimes just dropped dead (my eventual fate I’m sure) and sometimes where they did, they got a tombstone. That’s why the look of them reflects different cultures, languages, and eras. It’s cool to see them all together but I question the decision to relocate them. This seems like the making of some Kyrgyz poltergeist.
Saddle up
From there we drove further into the valley, where we had lunch prepared by a local family who also had horses. I got sort of a vegetarian version of Lagman; thick noodles and vegetables (minus the meat).
After lunch we mounted our horses and ascended the mountains for a lovely view of the valley. It was pleasant. Views of houses and the valley, herds of cattle and wildflowers. We had a couple of nice dogs following us or leading the way.
I liked it, but I’m still not a fan of horse riding. It just feels weird to me. If I am going to ride some animal, I prefer a camel. But I am glad I had the experience.
I felt asleep on the drive back to Bishkek, which gave me the energy to go out in the evening for a final stroll, dinner, and cigar. It was a good day. I was satisfied with what I had seen in Kyrgyzstan. There is always more to see, but I was happy.
The next day I would go back to Almaty for a final day and night.