We’ve greatly enjoyed sleeping, using the internet and
enjoying not having to drive 800km every day, but two nights ago we were having
dinner at a street restaurant when a young Chinese guy came up and asked if he
could help us with ordering or anything. We knew exactly what we wanted – lamb
shashliks and flat bread – but we took him up on the offer of helping us get
it. His English was impeccable and we asked him and his father who he was with
if they’d like to join us. They’d just finished their own meal so they didn’t
help us eat the feast, but his father ran across the road and came back with a
couple of bottles of Chinese “wine” (some sort of rice wine that’s 50 something
% alcohol) that he insisted we help him get through. At the end of the evening
we exchanged details and agreed to meet up the next evening to have a meal
together.
So last night we met Can and Bing Lu and they treated us to
an exceptional feast. Can (the 21 year old son) met us near our hostel and took
us to the restaurant where Bing Lu, his father, already had a table covered in
food for us. Again, he had a bottle of “wine” for us to share, which was
replaced with an onslaught of beers when we managed to get through it. And the
food just kept coming. By the end of it we had two entire chickens (head, feet,
stomach and all), a whole fish and an entire table of veggies, soups, buns,
noodles and who knows what else.
But the time has now come for us to cross town and visit the
Consulate once again, where hopefully we’ll be picking up our Kazakh visas.
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