Tash Rabat Travel Blog› entry 355 of 658 › view all entries
People i met here who contributed to, and improved my trip: Julia (Russia), Aviad (Israel)
We met Aviad at 08.00 and went down to the hotel reception, where Dzhumabek was waiting for us with his taxi. It had been arranged that we would pay 1600 Som ($44.50) to hire the car for the day and this would include a stop at Tash Rabat and Koshoy Korgon. First port of call would however be the petrol station, as Dzhumabek wanted to set off with a full tank.
We pulled into a service station after about five minutes of the journey, at which point Dzhumabek turned to us and said that as we were three, we had to pay 800 Som each. The previous day when we had arranged the price, there had been three of us in the car, so he had not known how many people would be going and anyway, we had paid for the car, not by the seat.
The journey took two and a half hours, including a brief stop for some breakfast at a cafe, which was full of Chinese truck drivers. Aviad managed to forget his bag here, which contained his guide book and hat, and he also couldn't figure out where his passport was. As he only noticed this when he got out of the taxi at Tash Rabat, there was nothing to be done, other than call into the cafe on the way home and hope for the best.
Tash Rabat was built in the 15thCentury, although some say it dates back as far as the 10thCentury and served as a fortified caravanserai on the Silk Road.
The three of us spent around an hour at the site, first walking through the chilly stone corridors and exploring the little enclaves, nooks and niches. Once we had taken a good gander from within, we went to get a grander perspective of the area, by clambering up mountains on opposite sides of the valley. It was an impressive spectacle, but not a site that I'd recommend anyone travelling out of their way to see.
The ride home passed plenty of gophers, all of whom were dashing for cover, at the site of our car speeding along the gravel road.
Not much is left today, except some crumbling walls, a lot of flies and stunning scenery as a backdrop. Having little information on the site, it was hard to imagine what had once stood here, and sadly the curator of the museum was nowhere to be seen. That makes me wonder who the guy was taking the entrance money from us! On the way back to Naryn, we stopped at the cafe and the waitress had kindly put Aviad's bag behind the counter, so the journey ended on a high note.