Monday, August 1, 2011

Thinking Kazakh thoughts in Brooklyn.

Apparently the train journey from Moscow to Kazakhstan is so boring that your brain enters an unparalleled state of meditation. Four days of endless steppes: higher brain functions shut down. Internet posters seem to feel that this is an acceptable risk, and even consider it a good thing. I hope they're right. I'm applying for a Kazakh visa tomorrow morning.

I was surprised to learn that Almaty is one of the fifty most expensive cities in the world. Accommodation sites don't disagree: Almaty will be the best part of $100 per night. After a month of hostel dorms, the bathrobe luxury of the business hotel might seem as mind-altering as the steppes.

31 days.

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