After a harrowing ride through the not-quite-ready-for-traffic-but-in-use-anyway Anzob tunnel, and following getting lost on the unsignposted road to the lake, we arrived at Iskanderkul on Friday night at about 9:30 p.m. We were supposed to travel on to a homestay in the village of Saratok, which is about 10 km from the lake, but numerous miscommunications and botched cell phone calls meant that no one from the homestay came to meet us as planned.
As it was dark, and we were tired, and our driver refused to go further, we decided to stay at the iffy Soviet-era holiday camp, or turbaza, nestled next to the lake. It was not quite up to international tourist standard, as my previous post will attest, but we couldn’t beat the location. After a quick, late dinner of dried apricots, bread, cheese, and green tea, we went down the edge of the lake. It was beautiful there, by the light of the moon.
My photo doesn’t really do the scene justice, but hopefully you’ll get the idea.
More photos soon . . .