A very large chicken
Finaly we leave the Uzbek cuisine of plof, sashlik and fat soup behind to trade it for the Kazach kitchen which is famous for it's plof, chicken, horse sausages and fermented horse milk; mmmmmmhhh I can't wait to feast on the local specialities. The Uzbek - Kazach border crossing is fairly easy and we can cross without any noticable troubles. You only have to be carefull not to take more money outside the country than taking in as they will confiscate the difference; new rule according to the Uzbek officer, one might think they make up these "new" rules as they seem fit.
As we drive through the Kazach country I notice immediately the resemblence of the opening sequence of Dr.
Zhivago where you see Omar Sharif standing in one of the endless hunger steppes at a funeral. Kazachstan is the largest former republic of the Soviet Union and there live only a mere 15 million people. So everywhere you look you see nothing but barren steppes with a little bit of green as far as the eye reaches.
And all of a sudden a city appears and you see a humongous mausoleum/ tomb; the Kozha Akhmed Yasaui tomb. This man was a declared living holy man and a famous writer in his time. As he reached the age of 63 he left his wife and children to live in exile in a cellar as he deemed that his life was useless from this point as Mohammed only reached the age of 63 and that he was not worthy of all his luxeries behind this age.









