I registered in Almaty. Gave them the address of the cheapest hotel I could find on the internet. They never checked.
When I got to the border in Northern Kazakh, on the way to barnaul from Semey, the head dude didn't even know what the registration paper was. He only wanted to see the original white paper from the border entry. Luckily I had both. The girl I'm riding with now didn't have the original and it took forever to get that sorted.
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