Departure Kazakhstan inexorably approaching! Ha, have invented a rhyme while riding a bus to Turkistan. And there I had time to duuuuuzo all kinds of thoughts, because it's 'only' one way 1200km. But after the turn. On the trip we went to five, which is a set of IAESTE students residing in Almaty. Last Thursday in the Independence Day of Kazakhstan, a day off from work. We have gathered Aug. 16 at the bus stop and waited with full peace of late (as usual) coach. Already from the moment he appeared in my mind There was a feeling: 'oh, we will again have many friends. " Once again, this feeling turned out to be infallible, because the bus was filled with middle school students number 128 in Almaty. The rest of the participants are ordinary customers a reputable travel agency Blast-Tur. Of course our seats were exactly on the border between the school sector, so we from the very beginning we have been inundated with standard set of questions surrounding us 16 - and 17-year olds. Few people can see more thought to the English classes, because even able to use this language. At least there it was boring. The coach walked tymaczem more kilometers of endless steppes of Kazakhstan. At night we had a little fun, because Thomas, the Czech Republic in our group did not want to accept it, lest the boy sitting in front of him spread out the chair to recline. Situation does not improve the least, when Thomas wymsknelo English August 'Tell this stupid teenager .. That' when told what I have to translate to Russian (ha-ha-ha). At this point it was already close to the buoys. Luckily managed to patch up situations. A small digression from my side: generally speaking Kazakhs-old behavior in this case much more dojzale than 26-year-old Czech. It's a propos of this, how great rуїnica culture of manners away from Europe, Kazakhstan. I feel rather ashamed of the the beginning I thought about how some of the local wildlife. Even nauczyliby siк throw garbage into the trash, and already it would be pretty good. Somewhere around 6-7 o'clock in the morning we got to the place. 14h row time at this distance, in which more than an hour it was halt, is probably a pretty good result as the coach. Turkistan is a fairly small town, in which the truth as one watches only one thing - UNESCO World Cultural Heritage Mausoleum of Khoja Ahmed Yasawi. This is a 39-meter high building with the largest dome in Central Asia (18m diameter, 28m height), built at the turn of the fourteenth and XVw. You have to admit that the building is impressive, although it is largely due to the fact that this is the only such building in Kazakhstan and one of the few in Central Asia. It is also important, of course, this is a holy place of Muslims. Three pilgrimages to Turkistan are equivalent to one pilgrimage to Mecca! Inside you can visit some of the rooms. In the neighborhood is still bubble and an underground mosque. It was in this mosque last 10 years of his life he spent Khoja Ahmed Yasawi, who was a Muslim prophet, and contributed to the spread of Islam in Central Asia. His corpse, first made in a smaller mausoleum to wynudowac later in his place to which still stands today. This bubble is also interesting - a stone structure his half buried in the ground, was built in XVII century, which operated until 1975. The above piece I wrote on the basis of what I understood from the Russian Gadki guide - so please take a margin: D After buying souvenirs (2 / 3 the price in Almaty) and eating (1 / 3 the price in Almaty), we went on our way. Another point was the mausoleum Arestan Bab. This is another from the time of the Islamic holy Khanatu. Much smaller building surrounded by a typical Islamic cemetery. There was a lot longer stops, because for 2 hours, the driver struggled with some failure of the bus, except rear shock did not complete the trials of Kazakh road. Luckily we went on. After another hour drive we landed in Otrar. They are excavated ruins of the buildings of the X-XIIwieku. Quite interesting, although I personally a hair on the head jezyl, as seen by our high-school students jumping on every crumbling stone wall that remains of the wall. There was no fencing, paths, so each I wandered where he wants. I wonder how this place will look like in 50 years, or will every watch. I took a few on the memory of 1000-year old shells pans. Normally, would I feel remorse, but the remains were lying there such EVERYWHERE, if someone fell in them specifically around the area. So when my shoe broke into a piece of an ancient pot gave up any doubt. Another highlight of the museum was supposed to be Al-Farabi - a local scholar from the IX-Xw. Incidentally Mischka very close to the street in Ata. Unfortunately, the delays caused by the said failure, we saw only the garden of the museum. On the way back we stopped at yet two other mausoleums - Aisha (s?) Bibi Khan and Kara. For me, the mausoleum is another turkistanskim is just another moderately interesting buildings. Was so confident because we visited them respectively about 1 and 3 at night, awake from sleep and wygonieni the frost at night. Until we arrived in Almaty about 12 the next day. After two nights in a row spent the rest of the coach spend Saturdays on the forces of regeneration and planning how to take advantage of the last five days in Kazakhstan (chlip).
