This is not a country that gets up very early even on weekdays. Today, I awoke at 6:30 and was restless to get going. I dwaddled in my room and finally went down to the lobby of the hotel at 7:30 to see if I could get some breakfast and use the internet. The receptionist looked at me like I was crazy for being up so early and sternly told me that the restaurant would not open until 8:00 a.m. I pulled out my laptop and read the news until 8:00 a.m. No signs of movement or smells of cooking, so I decided to make the most of my morning, join the tweeting birds, and go for a walk through the streets of Taraz. I found delightful surprises - green, shady walkways, fountains, a crisp tingle to the air with mountains visible in the distance. And I had the feeling that I had this charming town all to myself in the early hours of the day. Peace.
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| Main street in Taraz |
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| Looking towards the mountains (and sun) |
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| Main square with fountains |
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| Important-looking building with a park, benches, and fountains |
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| A yurt in the yard of a city complex |
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| Pretty flowers I stopped to say hello to along the way |
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| I like the feeling this statue conveys - beyond words |
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| From a bit later in the day, these are some students that I hung out with in the park making TARAZ with body letters. |
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