respect in Bishkek to Bishkek After deep sleep, I wake in the morning after my birthday for three clock in the morning. Apparently was without me celebrated (as I reported, it was not possible to wake me) and the only one who still resides in the courtyard of the hostel is a Frenchman on the way from India to France. I will not let his plan of traveling with a minimum of CO2 emissions to explain ... No long-haul flights only with taxis, buses and trains. When asked what he does so in France - studies at the Ecole Polytechnique in Paris. Appears to belong somehow to the French military. But a very good university. But then you walk sometimes in the big military parade on National Day. I wonder how that fits. In march with military parades, on a jet aircraft, the X-thunder tons of CO2 into the atmosphere and then as little CO2 as possible when traveling ... maybe it's the guilty conscience.
In the next few days we are dealing not with a great deal of the city, but try to forcibly return a cheap flight to Berlin to find. Internet, travel agency, Internet, travel agency, other travel agents, etc. We will of course be misguided and end up paying more than we would have had to. Despite all the uncertainties
seems Bishkek somehow more relaxed than many other places in Central Asia to be. We meet even more people who are friendly to us. The saleswoman at the travel agency finds it a pity that we do not have time to look at us Kyrgyzstan to give us in the house of her parents invited to the country. We reject with thanks. Otherwise, you can run around in the city well and even stroll in some parks a bit. The stress of recent weeks comes slowly up to us and we go out for dinner, table tennis on disks that are rented in the park (apparently a favorite leisure activity) and sleep out. 
in the city are always some traces of the Revolution just happened to see. The presidential palace is barricaded with tables and chairs, but piece by piece dismantled these witnesses before the change and everything will take its normal course. 
Istanbul side there are the first people to make music on the street and even a few young skaters at the monument of Lenin. 
is also interesting to Independence Square, where several sellers hawking all sorts of junk and the facades of nearby houses were easy applause from factories to make nice around the place. Half Kyrgyzstan seems to want to photograph before the court. It's fun to watch this scene. People seem happy. 
sort piece by piece, we made things and give them to other backpackers who can use them yet. Our Flight Ticket 20Kilo only allowed in checked baggage and 5 kg hand luggage. The flight on the morning of the 29th and we prepare ourselves to front on 28 to leave the hostel and then spend the next night at the airport. On the penultimate evening, a Friday, we go once again to celebrate properly and rattling piece by piece from Bishkek clubs. The first club, the Golden Bull, where to take a mix of Kyrgyz and foreigners. Unfortunately the club does not even from the outside just the impression that when there gather a crowd of party animals. Through the curtains gelugt - and in fact - not a man. Continue behind the loud music into the "Bacardi". The name seems no coincidence. Everywhere large advertising posters of the same rums are distributed. The mood seems good, only the big cars take aback at the door. As things turn out is the entry cost nearly 20 per € "but these are a couple of drinks with it". Already more than for the best clubs in Berlin to pay, we are not and we end up with after a taxi ride across the city in a Russian club live band. The music is good, the refreshing atmosphere and, unfortunately, not so we start due to lack of other options on the way home. -Without dancing have a rather depressing night We've been Ashgabat, probably for Iran on the club scene Bishkek happy - and now this was fortunate we pass to another club. Quickly paid the 300sum entrance and onto the dance floor. In poor electrical Mucke us is now becoming clear that we are the only men in the club. No matter. It is danced until we have had enough and somewhat satisfied to leave the club. It seems to be significant, whether for us or for the nightlife of Bishkek, which is the only club by dancing, we were able to at least a little half a brothel.
arrived back at the hostel of the toilet is quite common with the filthy floor washroom occupied. I have no second thought and just use the next cabin. From the Shower suits me a completely drunken Japanese guest.
The relationship between him and the bathroom opens up to me immediately, while the connection to me and ND will be clear until the next morning. We pack our things
good time to check out at 11am from the room. The rest of the day we want to spend dozing and blog writing in the courtyard of the hostel for us in the evening to make their way to the airport. This planning needs to be at once thrown to the winds, as the Japanese language Hostel owner discovered the filthy toilet on our walk. While ND yet tried on a factual level to explain to her that we are not involved have is for them the matter is clear, we were celebrating, had the key and came back drunk, ergo, we have ruined the toilet. We are in the presence of the real offender, who brings out a word to our defense and we do not denigrate the house also made.
Nevertheless, we can simply stand our luggage at the hostel. Slept is therefore on a park bench. Only the Noodledude and I further watching over his sleep, then I ... Unfortunately, ND had the meantime, go to the bathroom and I will abruptly pulled by an ox in uniform from sleep. He wants to see my passport, collect a penalty, or whatever. After a very bumpy from-the-Slchlaf torn-to-be I'm almost ready to give the men in uniform my passport. Fortunately, below a courageous woman a middle-aged and prevent this stupidity. Was thought to just have the police in Bishkek is straightforward, this picture was just destroyed. Where - Who says that the alarm was really a cop ...
As dusk of the evening, we want to go eat something and make our way into a restaurant with Kyrgyz cuisine, which was recommended to us. On the way we are then checked again by the police, the ND does not want more and to show up consistently refused our passports. He asks why and the police is not really why we to show them the passport unless they are holding police officers. Our eyes, drawn from one month Central Asia, for anything and not willing to show our passports, they move at the end of controls to adjust itself. meet unexpectedly
half the hostel is in the restaurant. Everyone seems very well informed about our being thrown out and we are immediately dubbed as the largest among the Central Asia unlucky travelers. As we begin self-deprecating about other uncomfortable situations for our trip report, in which we failed us is paid to community respect and although the food was not really good, we satisfied the hostel. There we get by without a word from the owner pulling our stuff and looking for a taxi. 
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