Day 65 Arriving again on a Friday evening meant sitting out another weekend before I could do anything about my Russian visa. I took a mammoth stroll in search of an Internet gaff…their were hundreds of them called ‘Internet and games’, they were gambling den’s that only allow on- line gaming. I tried dozens before […]
a chink of niceness
Arriving again on a Friday evening meant sitting out another weekend before I could do anything about my Russian visa.
I took a mammoth stroll in search of an Internet gaff...their were hundreds of them called 'Internet and games', they were gambling den's that only allow on- line gaming. I tried dozens before I was allowed on- line to touch base with 4guysinacar and catch up on blog etc.
It was a red hot day, I had an eye out for a nice spot to have an ice cold beer. A lovely wooden lodge over looking a bone dry lake caught my eye... I headed over to find it closed. Heading back 2 officers in a military van stationed in the shade behind a tree called me over..." PASSPORT !"
"Its in the Hotel' I replied...
a mind bending conversation ensued. In short they wanted to put me in the van and take me to the Police Station, they were being quite aggressive about it. I certainly didn't want to go in the van. I said I would go and get it to return and display... they wouldn't have it, They pretended to radio someone in. The guy in the front was 'good', the guy in the back was 'bad'. I refused to get in the van because unfortunately the Kazakhstan constabulary have a bad reputation and I didn't trust the situation. As the saga continued I cursed under my breath- bad cop heard me and jumped all over it, writing down what I said and re-iterating in Russian my display of disregard to someone on the radio... I was a little nervous at this stage. I could go with them and chance opening an unnecessary can of worms or sit by the van and wait them out, after all I had done nothing wrong. I chose the latter and calmly gestured that I will definitely not go in the van and that I am gonna sit down on this rock until an amicable decision or a translator is involved. After an hour bad cop called me over and asked me to buy him a present. I bought a bottle of coke and 3 plastic cups, returned to the van poured 3 cups out and said cheers!. Downed my first due to extreme thirst, poured myself another and asked if I could go...bad cop smiled and sent me on my way.
I spent the rest of the day wandering around the area looking for another place to stay... no joy. I went back to the hardened women's den... absolutely no men worked at this huge concrete atrocity, just lots of hardened women in their 50's. I asked for an upgrade...for double the price 3000tenge/15 quid they put me in an identical room which had a tiny TV, and shower that was shared by 4 other rooms that spat out only freezing water.