We have had a very exciting but rough ride up to the mountain pasture at Son Kul and I am ready to settle into our en-suite room. The driver has directions to our yurt but these are sketchy because the roads don’t have signs. After driving through a stream and going some distance, there isn’t anything there. Nothing but wide open spaces, a large lake and mountains all around. No yurts. No one to ask directions from.
We turn around and go back to the group of yurts in the lead photo and Azermat, our guide, speaks with the owners. They agree to put us up because the family we were suppose to stay with hasn’t arrived yet. It is early in the season. It is always fun checking out a new B & B, but this is over-the-top.
I lied about the en suite – our sink/shower is a pail with water carried from the closest stream and placed outside the door and the toilet is the silver box behind the yurt. I am grateful that I’m not a prude about such things. My Grandma lived on a lake while I was growing up and the only facilities were across the street (a two-seater with a Sears & Roebuck catalog) and when our kids were young we did a lot of primitive camping because it was cheap.
For women only: I want you to get a clear picture of what is going through my head as we prepare for bedding down. It is cold; I have long underwear on under my jeans (along with ear muffs, gloves, and three shirts). I am wondering how long my bladder can last if I don’t drink any of the bottled water we have brought with us. I am also thinking that there aren’t any street lights (no electricity) and we have only small flash lights with us. I really don’t want to have to get up in the middle of the night to stumble around in the dark on a meadow that goes on for a really long way.