Nearing Jalal-Abad the traffic picked up and we began to doubt. Should or shouldn’t we continue pedaling?
Then a couple of automobilists passed us while drinking from a bottle of vodka.
That’s it! We waved down a truck and hitched a lift to Osh.
It was comfy inside the cab. The radio was on full blast and our chauffeur warbled out his own renditions of popular Kirigizie songs.
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