I feel so sorry for the Kazakhstan tourist authorities. One of the few places that anybody outside of Kazakhstan has heard about is the Aral Sea which has been steadily shrinking since the 1960’s and is now just a collection of pools. The region has been inhabited for millennia and someone has erected a large board saying how historically interesting it is and how many rare species of flora and fauna can be seen. So we drove to Aral City, after being stopped by a policeman who kept demanding to see our Propusk (“pemit”). So I told him we didn’t have one and he let us go.
What a crappy little town. We saw something that proudly proclaimed itself to be a hotel, but drove into the centre of the town in the hope of finding something better. No luck so we went back to the hotel, at which we got a room which is clean and comfortable with a Western-style bog, but has the most garish decor. Wallpaper made of posters advertising Moscow and a bright pink reflective ceiling like a mirror so you can watch yourself lying in bed. And seemingly no other guests.
The pic shows me and my latest woman, not as good looking as the last one. With Jennifer’s thumb in the way
Our room!