9/8/2016

Looking at the purchases, I'm not sure that the walk to the Shymkent bazaar was a good idea







On the way to Turkistan, little to say except the usual cuorious camels, and the fact that Sabrina and Roberto start their personal game in purchasing absurd drinks and they buy a liter of something which taste like redbull with some vague taste of chewing gum from the 80's...







Once in the city, we take a room in a hotel next to the nightclub of the city: we will see what will offer us this evening ...
The hotel's guy is a bit strange, he speak incomprehensible English, but speaks with a conviction that you think you're the one who can not make it.
The fifth time that he looks at me speaking his self created crazy language, I give up try to understand and begin to respond always yes...
But the best is when he came into the room to tell us another thing we don't understand in his english that english is not, he sees that Sabrina is helping Roberto to remove a small plug that has slipped into a finger, the boy leaves the room and comes back a minute later with a needle that would be best suited to serve as shashlik stick than as a needle, dodges Sabrina decisively and stick it in the hand of the poor Roberto who watch him in disbelief. I enter from the balcony, where I was smoking a cigarette and drinking a fresh taken from the minibar, I look at the boy with the weapon stuck in the flesh of Roberto, and I decide that it's time to start our city ​​tour...





















For the evening we find "shashlik road", a bit away from the main street and decide to dine here, before going to see what happens in the nightclub of the hotel







Life in the club works like this: for 10 minutes there is silence and people drink and chat at tables surrounded by multicolored lights that only a Kazakh club can offer, then the music come (very high) and for 15 minutes beauties flock en masse to the dancefloor and have fun in the dance.
The fourth time that we see the repeated scene, we notice that something different is going on on the dancefloor: the one we had considered the most skillful and beautiful dancer is pushed strongly by another and falls back into the fountain
"What is happening? Is this a fight?"
oh yes, they are fighting: the attacked gets up all wet, she pulls the other by the hair and with good technique but poor results tries to kick her with the knee in the face.
It is needed the intervention of a dozen people to calm the fury of the two, we look incredulous while our table neighbors are laughing at large, but the music does not come back, and is now time to go to sleep ...