Lifes a Picnic


Kyrgyzstan is a once-in-a-lifetime destination with spectacular mountain scenery and outstanding trekking but itís the people who make it an experience youíll never forget.

It was one of those moments when you cease to be a tourist and become a tourist attraction. On the downward trail from a mountain trek in the Karakol region of Kyrgyzstan we came upon a large family of Kyrgyz having a picnic. They had driven up the track as far as they could in their Lada and spread rugs under the trees by the river.

They were celebrating a family birthday and insisted that we join them. We were the victims of a Central Asian hospitality ambush. A whole sheep carcass had been dismembered and barbecued on the spot. We were plied with endless bowls of chay tea and plates of delicious plov. This Persian dish of meat, spices and waxy rice is popular throughout Central Asia. It has many variations and this was an especially tasty version.

Our new friends didnít speak a word of English but it didnít matter. A few words of Russian go a long way here and they got very excited by our stumbling attempts to speak Kyrgyz Ė Iíve never been kissed so hard by a woman. These people are overwhelmingly kind, although the fashion for gold teeth makes even the sweetest grandmother look faintly piratical when she smiles.

It is a Central Asian tradition that the hosts must never leave the guestsí chay bowl empty. After more chay, there was round puffy Samarkand bread and divine apricot jam for afters. Noticing my enthusiasm over the jam, my new lady friend fed me several whole spoonfuls of the stuff from a big pot.

A Kyrgyz party must always involve vodka. Their toasts are elaborate, alternately serious and humorous and completely unintelligible. When called upon to reciprocate, I could only come up with inanities such as "Novaya Zelandiya!" After two days of trekking, the alcohol went straight to my head.
Then there was singing. One lady requested Jingle Bells, as the only English song she knew. I managed to get through a couple of verses with her without collapsing in laughter. Clearly they had no idea of the meaning of the song but appreciated our attempts.

Later in the afternoon, having full stomachs and being slightly tipsy, we tried to make our excuses and depart. This was not allowed until we had conducted an extended photo shoot. Every family sub-grouping was captured. They were fascinated by the idea of having photographs of themselves. Then I had to have my picture taken: posing on someoneís horse; holding a plump-faced baby.

Finally, we dragged ourselves away. I think they would have taken us home with them if they could. I will never forget their smiling, glowing faces as they waved and waved, until we disappeared around a bend in the track.

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