The road chaos in East Kazakhstan has been remembered for a long time
The story takes place when disposable masks were only worn by medical staff, and I didn't have Zen.
On a sunny April day, we enter Kazakhstan from Shemonaikha.
Sleeping grass bordering Kazakhstan in mid-April.
The first checkpoint on the Irtysh Bridge was filled with documents whose existence we did not even suspect. After paying 5,000 rubles, Andrei took it for granted: "Another country, other rules." Issued and kept going, not expecting that this was just the first bell of the upcoming road nightmare.
Argin-Emmel
Then, against the backdrop of the beautiful surrounding scenery, the troubles are quickly forgotten.
Ili River Valley.
But on the next Zhol Pol, the car brakes again: "You don't have a RUS sticker. violate. Wonderful". And so on: either Andrei "transformed" UAZ from a cargo vehicle to a passenger vehicle, or the roadmap was "wrong".
In the valley
This incident aroused people's curiosity. We drove to the outpost, where the inspector was standing near the bushes, busy doing business. We fell — slipped over. The police almost turned their heads 90 degrees. Oh, and you should see the longing in his eyes, he sees the UAZ fleeing! But the joy was short-lived. Zhol Paul caught up with us and immediately spotted the breach. This time Andre discovered that his bread was not two boxes, but "three"! The amount of the "fine" is quite large - from 1000 rubles (not tenge!). to infinity. If you don't like it, it's an ironclad argument: "We rent rooms." We left it in the parking lot until it was clarified. You know, for us, this version of the showdown with the police is absolutely unacceptable, and the funds are running out at the speed of space.
If it weren't for the DPP, everything would be fine in East Kazakhstan!
Everyone climbs the singing dunes in the same way (scroll through the gallery)
As a result, we started using goat tracks to bypass posts.
On one of them, Buhanka sneezed and died. dry...
Andre took the jar and went to the nearest village to get gasoline. Near the last house, three old men were talking. Andre asked, "Honey, can you tell me where the nearest gas station is?" ”。 The Kazakhs asked him why he looked so sad. Andre also said "why".
Poppies near the Almaty Highway. (Scroll through the gallery)
"Ah... That's it..." He heard a response. - So they don't care who you are – German, Russian or Kazakh. They hate us too. Give me the jar. I'll cheer you on. gratis. Remember the Kazakhs with a good word.
So I remember, the opportunity arose.
I wonder if the roads are still the same, or what has gotten better?
