Dag 51. Bishkek til
Almaty ( Kasakhstan). 250 km
Dagen startede dårligt, regningen på at få vasket tøj var på
500 kr, hold da helt op jeg var sur
på mig selv. Nu blev jeg drillet hele vejen, især af Ulrikka. Vi kunne have købt nyt tøj
for de penge i Kirgisistan.
Vi kørte mod
grænsen, som ligger ca 30 km fra Bishkek og pludseligt var der et stop skilt
(kort før grænsen), det overså vi desværre, så Louis og Michael blev først bedt
om at betale 100 $ i bøde, de fik det dog forhandlet ned til 300 kr. Kort efter
kom grænsen så. Vi passagerer måtte ud af bilen og gå, først igennem den
Kirgisiske del og så over til Kasakhstan, som lå 100 m væk. Vi kom hurtigt
igennem, så kunne vi stå og vente i 45 min, inden Michael og Louis havde fået
bilerne igennem told m.m.
Efter at alle
mand og 2 biler var kommet over grænsen, skulle der købes forsikring til bilen,
200 kr for 15 dage.
Endelig kørte vi
mod Almaty, som er Kasakhstan’s største by, med 1,5 mill indebyggere. Undervejs
læste Ulrikka op af guidebogen, så vi fandt ud af at der kun bor 1 person pr.
kvadrat km i Kasakhstan.
Selvom
fartbegrænsningerne blev overholdt, nåede Michael alligevel at blive stoppet af
politiet et par gange, heldigvis uden at betale nogen bøde.
Donkey on the road - Æsel på vejen
Highway in Kazakhstan - Hovedvej i Kasakhstan
Vi stoppede og
spiste frokost undervejs, og nåede frem til Almaty kl 16.30, det var en lang
tur igennem byen, må siges at Almaty beboerne kører lidt vildt, vi så en 2-3
ulykker på vej ind.
Vi fik tjekket
ind på hotellet, og brugte lang tid på at snakke om sim kort og videre hotel
bestilling. Desværre havde de givet Michael og jeg, Ulrikkas værelse (meget
mindre end de andre), så jeg måtte ned og forhandle nyt værelse, hvilket de
villigt gav os.
Vi gik en tur på
gågaden. Nu kan vi rigtigt mærke, at vi nærme os Europa, samme type butikker og
højere priser. Lige inden vi skulle hjem, begyndte det at regne, så vi blev
bare drivvåde på vej hjem. Ikke godt for Michaels forkølelse.
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5th July. Bishkek to Almaty – Shitty day.
Distance 250 km.
Driving, and waiting time 9 hours.
Our day started of with, Susanne getting a laundry bill of
Rs 5000. It took her, quite some time to get over this. We then, loaded our
cars, with Ulrikka in the back seat, together with the laundry, and left for
the Kazakhstan
border.
500 m, before the Border, there was a Stop sign, at the side
of the road. Since, we did not stop our cars totally, the silly cops,
(bastards) ran out, and asked for our passports. I thought that this was the
passport control, and handed over my passport. He then, (bastard) asked Louis
and me, to come into the building. He showed us, (bastard) on his computer,
that both our cars did not stop totally. These 2 policemen ( bastards) then
demanded 100$ from us. With some hard bargaining, we bought it down to 50$. Which
we then paid them, and cursed them and their families, in Danish, English and
Konkani. (Bastards).
Drove the last, 500 meters to the border, where the Danes,
had to get out and walk through passport control.
Louis and I, had to drive through, 100 meters of no-mans
–land, to first get through immigration.
We reached the Kazakhstan border, where we were
stopped again, passports checked and stamped.
Our cars were just glanced at, and a few forms had to be
filled up. This process, did not take long.
We were then, directed to drive to a customs hall. Here we
were first checked, by a junior customs officer, and then his senior. This
process took at least 45 min.
Thank God, they did not ask me to unload our entire luggage.
I was given, a small piece of paper, with a stamp on it. This
very important, small piece of paper. Which was, then handed over, at the main
gate, to an evil looking border guard. He waived us through, and opened the
gate with, “Welcome to Kazakhstan ”.
Susanne, Ulrikka and Janet were waiting patiently, just
outside this gate.
This process, took at least an hour. We were finally free,
to leave for Almaty.
En route we stopped for lunch at a small Highway restaurant.
Lada car - Gammel Lada
Kazakhstan - Kasakhstan
Even though, I was driving peacefully, we were stopped a few
times by the police (bastards) to check our passports; they just do not give
up.
Driving into Almaty, was a nightmare. Every car raced around
us, and there were no police to stop them. I soon joined the crowd, and kept
loosing Louis.
Reached our hotel “Kazzhol” which was in the centre of town.
Lovely place.
Went for dinner, in the walking street. Had dinner at a beautiful
restaurant, and got soaking wet in the rain, on the way home.
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