Day 402: čµ›é‡Śćś¨ćą– (Sayram Lake) = 0km
I was going to stay in my yurt all day:
But there was the presence of that massive body of water nearby.
So I stepped outside and left the yurt camp:
I came to a gate in front of the lake, three dudes were there. They were selling tickets:
40RMB. I shrugged, paid and entered.
First I saw horses:
Then some sort of a truck:
And then I reached the lake, and the water was beautiful:
But the shore wasn’t:
There was trash everywhere:
And I mean everywhere:
Assholes, I thought. Three guys are sitting on their asses charging people money for a lake, and then they can’t find anybody to fucking clean up the trash? Seriously??
“What trash?” asked a dude who was sitting in a tent:
And I thought: Of course. What trash.
I stomped around at the shore, cursing the tourists who didn’t want anything else but to ride horses, take photos of themselves and throw their fucking trash around:
I ran into another direction. Away from them.
There was a Kazakh herder driving his sheep down from the mountains. I heard a tune, and when I looked closer, I noticed that he was listening to a song on his cell phone:
I got to a different part of the lake:
There were waves crushing in, and the shore wasn’t as dirty as before.
I made a video of the waves:
And I looked at the mountains in the distance:
I stayed several hours, reading a novel and shooting pictures for another time lapse video:
Then the sun went down:
Then it got dark:
And then I went back to my yurt. I waved hello to ĺ°Źç™˝ (Little White) and told him to be quiet tonight.
He looked like he understood, and everything was good.
Soundtrack: Kilo – “Baby Take A Douche”
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