Postcards from Kyrgyzstan
The elements of earth, wind, water combine here with joy, kindness, and freedom. This land brought into my life the kind of happiness I had forgotten for a long time.
A bend in the road with yaks dotting the slopes - this country epitomises the concept of open spaces, open minds and open hearts
Some of the most beautiful moments in life always come after challenges. Here on our way to the yurt camp, our vehicle gave way and while waiting for another one to arrive, the typical unpredictable Kyrgyz weather took over. It rained, dusted the mountain tops with a fresh sheet of snow, and then these three beauties came running across, making this moment the best part of that day!
Yurts by the lake surrounded by towering mountain ranges were our home for a few days. The hospitality was unforgettable and the people, just genuinely kind and lovely.
A black horse cross the Song Kul lake - translates to The Last Lake and is considered spiritual by the locals who believe that not everyone can reach here but only the ones whom the spirits of the lake allow
A horseman against the backdrop of the Tian Shan mountain range
The pale green waters of what is left of the Köl Suu lake. Some of the previous images that I had seen of this place was with water at a much higher level and deep emerald in colour. To reach the place, we made a precarious river crossing from our yurt camp followed by a 30 minutes hike up a picturesque trail with valley views of flowing river amongst the mountains and yaks grazing on the slopes
Last light of the day which lasted for hours at our yurt camp at Köl Suu. There were a bunch of sheep making their way towards the yurts and we waited in anticipation for them to reach near the yurts for that perfect frame, but they stopped just where the shadows begin towards the right and refused to budge. We died in the cold waiting for them to arrive 😋
Yurts by the lake surrounded by towering mountain ranges were our home for a few days. The hospitality was unforgettable and the people, just genuinely kind and lovely
Sheep kicking up a mini dust storm (or at least trying to) as they are herded down the slopes
Veins of the Earth
Akbar, a 13-year-old shepherd, minds his flock of sheep at the yurts of Köl Suu. Every nomadic household own hundreds of sheep and cows along with a fleet of horses