There was more snow over night and Sary Tash looks beautiful. The village is high, at over 3000m and sits in the Alay Valley with the Pamir Mountains and Tajikistan to the south. The Pamirs are pure white and look beautiful, but Sary Tash is bitingly cold. My plan to press on to Irkestam and the Chinese border go on hold. There is another pass and the guest house owner advises against riding today due to the snow. I don't mind. His house is warm. I sit in a bedroom playing games on my laptop to pass the time. I found some post sell by date chocolate in a shop and munch contentedly. I hear some people arrive and then a familiar face pops out from behind the door! Nick, a friend I met in Bishkek has arrived with a group of other travelers. They plan, like me, to cross into China and Kashgar. Except they plan to travel by car. With smiles we get reacquainted.
There is not much to do. The new arrivals plan to go for a walk. I have already walked around Sary Tash and have no desire to step back into the cold. In the afternoon the lights go out due to a power cut. They do not come back on until the following day so we sit and talk by candle light about our travels and where we plan to go after Kashgar.
Sary Tash
Looking back from where I came
The Pamir Mountains in the distance.
There is not much to do. The new arrivals plan to go for a walk. I have already walked around Sary Tash and have no desire to step back into the cold. In the afternoon the lights go out due to a power cut. They do not come back on until the following day so we sit and talk by candle light about our travels and where we plan to go after Kashgar.
Sary Tash
Looking back from where I came
The Pamir Mountains in the distance.
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