Today was a day of travel. I set out to Karakol bus station and found a seat in a Marshrutka to Bishkek. This bus seemed to take forever, around 6 hours in total.
Arriving back into Bishkek I had that warm feeling of returning somewhere that you know. No nasty surprises, no caution of being ripped off. Just stepping out into the fine city of Bishkek, walking like a local. Something you take for granted when you've been on the road for many weeks.
I walked back up to the Freelander Hostel, checked in for my final night in Bishkek in preparation for tomorrow's journey to Almaty, Kazakhstan.
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