It took one long day to get down from the mountains back to Tashkent and then on to Andijon for the night, and the next morning I crossed into Kyrgyzstan. The Andijon-Osh border crossing is only open for foreigners but still the guards needed help in understanding that ‘The Netherlands’ = ‘Holland’ (well, more or less but let’s not confuse them even more).
After getting into the process of bureaucracy and trying to get on friendly terms with the man with the stamp, it was pointed out to me that I needed to show a copy of the customs declaration form that I had filled in when I entered Uzbekistan. Hm, ouch, I didn’t have this. The strategy to ignore the guys in front of me (who where uttering different varieties of ‘not possible’) and direct my questions to the ranking officer worked and after 15 minutes of discussions and fiddling with papers it was decided that I would declare nothing and just move on. After walking the no-man’s land to the Kyrgyz side I was ready for anything but they just gave my passport and visa a quick glance over and I got a stamp and the customary ‘Welcome to Kyrgyzstan’ handshake.



Hey Wouter,
It was again good to hear from you accompagnying with pictures and stories.
Nice and interesting stories what you have experienced in Kyrgystan sofar.
I am anxious for learning your travelplans to beat China
Goodluck!
P_
Gheghe, that Yak-40 plane from Aeroflot 😉 Now that’s quality!
Talk to you saturday!