Hitchhiking
Nearing Jalal-Abad, the traffic picked up, and uncertainty crept in—should we continue pedaling or not?
When a few motorists drove by while taking shots from a vodka bottle, we’d had enough. We flagged down a truck and hitched a ride to Osh.
Inside the cab, it was comfy. The radio blared as the driver crooned along to popular Kyrgyz tunes.