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Central AsiaThe confused search for a place to sleep led me to use Maps.Me, this time to find one. Which was quite confusing since, from what I was seeing, I should already be in front of him, but those buildings seemed more like abandoned and for my sake, they had better be, and this wasn't where I was spending the night. . So, after asking several people without any positive result, I decide to end up calling "Nomads Travel", where I would sleep for 7 euros with breakfast included. A very sweet-toned voice answered me and, in English, told me to wait for her at the place where I was and that she would come to look for me, since the address that appeared on Google was not the correct one. He could already have continued searching that there would have been no way to find him. In fact, it didn't take long for Gulzat to appear there, a young girl, short and dark complexion. Her face matched the sweetness of her voice. And luckily we connected instantly. Gone was the coldness that that family in Kochkor had transmitted to me and the door was open to the possibility of a new connection with a person who, apparently, offered humility and simplicity. Admired by my arrival on a motorcycle, Gulzat defined me as a "small but strong" woman, something to which certain comments have me more than accustomed. He showed me my room, where there were three beds, none occupied, and when I had the chance to choose, I did it with the one closest to the plug so I could charge cameras and phones. He briefly introduced me to some of the things that I could see in the city, among which stood out, of course, the central mosque of Naryn, which I had previously taken a look at on the internet and, more recently, upon my arrival. Taking advantage of the fact that it was around 4:00 p.m., I went out to capture corners, moments, the life of its inhabitants, and I managed to do it while photographing a grandfather walking his grandson, the children leaving school, a man waiting for the bus... It all seemed so special to me. I wanted to enjoy this unique experience that I was living and I wanted to do it from the point of view of its people, who, until now, had given me their kindness.Naryn will be for me something more than the "gateway to Tash Rabat", it became one of the places that caused the most impact on my trip through one of the most beautiful countries in Central Asia: Kyrgyzstan.Tash Rabat, caravanserai of the Silk Road A little over a hundred kilometers from Naryn and a little less than two hours away, this resting place for the merchants of the Silk Road is located in the middle of nowhere, far from any trace of human bustle in which time does not can be measured, but rather forgotten.The A365 at the exit of the town draws a vertiginous ascent that is usually accompanied by an inevitably dirty asphalt due to the feces of the innumerable cattle, which frequently crosses the road, to culminate at the top with the vision of an endless straight line whose sides rise imposing mountains as protective guardians. The landscape is heartbreakingly beautiful. The horses become owners of the meadows and under a timid morning sun they graze freely without caring about the surroundings. The route becomes an intense chromatic combination in which yellows and ochres are of great importance and in which I was lucky not to find snow, something very frequent at this time. About fifteen kilometers of track in fairly good condition —and for let me say it, it has to be since I don't like it at all— they will take us to this dream place of the s. XV, in which the cut silhouette of the "bare" mountains draws a fairly well-defined outline in the sky. I was lucky that it was September, one of what I consider to be the best months to travel, and that that place that I was able to visit calmly and without stress, a month ago would have been crowded with people. As soon as I arrived, two ladies offered me to go in and see the inside of the place, but not before making it clear to me that I should pay them 100 som (1.20 euros), a really derisory amount. If it was cold outside, it was even colder inside. On the floor of one of the rooms my imagination manages to give a heart shape to one of the stones that were there. I don't know if I had it or not, but for me, that silhouette was placed there as a "look at me." And so I did. Several dogs ran inside that enclosure where there were several yurts located as bedrooms. I don't want to imagine how cold it must be at night. I looked at the sky and the clouds helped to cover the yellowish tones of the mountains, for moments, with shadows. Exploring the place, I descended to the banks of the river. Its waters flowed calm and clean. Next to them, the cows were resting spread-eagled and pretending that the matter was not going with them. They didn't want to be bothered and I honestly wanted the same too. Back in Naryn, the Nomads remained my accommodation. It was just after 3:00 p.m., the perfect time to get some rest, but not before stopping at Nomads Café, a very close bar where the food was really quite exquisite. A vegetable omelette, orange juice, and green tea filled my hungry and slightly queasy stomach. I checked on Desna, and after a day where, again, the sensations were amazing, I went to bed early without sleeping until the wee hours of the morning.