Unique Homes

Jake has challenged us to show examples of unique homes. Sometimes a home is unique only because I am not familiar with the style but it is very common within its context. Other times, a home is unique within its context. This is the summer home for families who take their herds up to the mountain pastures to graze at Son Kul, Kyrgyzstan. We stopped at this home because our guide had been told they were milking their mares. It is the end of April and it is snowing.


Here is a post on our breakfast bed and breakfast:  https://imissmetoo.me/2012/07/02/our-bed-breakfast-yurt/

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Travel Theme: Red – Decorative Arts in Kyrgyzstan

For this week’s travel theme of red, I chose to focus on the decorative arts in Kyrgyzstan. A lot of their creative work is done through weaving and patch work quilts using wool. We visited a family living in the suburbs of Bishkek and Shereen shared the work that she and her mother had finished.

The inside of yurts are also decorated with woven strips and hangings – with the main color also being red.

This was the yurt my daughter and I slept in when visiting Song Kul.

To see more posts on the travel theme of red, visit http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/09/07/red/

Our Bed & Breakfast Yurt

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.

Checking out our Room

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.