Photos from my recent weekend trip to Song-Kul.
Awesome hipster sweater.
Our yurt, where I was convinced I might freeze to death.
One of only three times I’ve eaten fresh fish in Kyrgyzstan. It helped knowing that the lake it was caught from was right outside the yurt opening.
Fake shyrdak made out of crushed velvet and covered in rhinestones.
Save Song-Kul Lake Well, “kul” means “lake”, so that’s redundant. And what do we need to save it from? Loneliness?
Just after sunrise, watching the cows attempt to graze through the layer of frost that had formed overnight.