When I entered that train, at noon on Wednesday, to reach Astana the following day at ten in the morning, I was full of hopes and expectations, remembering how great my trips on the Transsiberian had been exciting.
But in my compartment, I have had to deal with a drunk guy in his thirties accompanied with his mother, who was taking care of him. We was smelling ethanol like hell, moving all the time, asking me to change bed… Awful.
And the, after hours of nothing… Something : A lake ! The Balkhash lake , the second biggest lake of Central Asia – after the Caspian Sea.
Do people live around ? Well, I guess so…