Kazakh Tales. Last Of Them.
Tue Aug 01 2006

I have no more tales to tell. It is not that I’ve told everything I possibly can. To tell everything would be absolutely impossible. Especially with the means of non-native tongue, anyway. so I won’t bother to try anymore. As it occasionaly happens to me, I am feeling restricted by the language, the words I find are pale and therefore the pictures says better, where the words failed…I will share few more pics and finish my Kazakh Tales here. It was a journey worth remembering…so I will let this journal to be the keeper of my memories. 

Just one of the thousands of nameless little rivers...I used to go fishing there with my grandad

can't get enough of those granites, can I?

The view from the high pass somewhere in the mountains of Altai

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