After a long day crossing the border from Kashgar China into Kyrgyzstan, we were relieved to arrive in Osh, a sizable city in the fertile lowlands.
I love Osh. It’s a clash of communist architecture and beauty parlours, Lenin statues and kebab shops.
How can a place feel so modern yet you stumble across a broken old aircraft hidden in the bushes next to a children’s amusement park? One of the mysteries of life that I think you only start to see is how very different we humans all are.
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