Stayed in a hotel last night for only the second time on the trip. Not quite a hotel as I previously understood it - outside toilets (hole in the floor), shower comprisng a bucket of water and an old pan with a small frog living in the shower tray and bedrooms you share with whoever else happens to be staying that night. But it made a nice change.
Kazachstan is a difficult country to sum up in a sentence or two. Very friendly and helpful people, bland countryside, officials from the old soviet era. An oil rich country with crumbling infrastructure.
Looked for a campsite this evening where we could stay two nights so we could do a few vehicle related things and have a rest day from driving. Drive down more or less any of the many gravel or sand tracks off the side of the main road and you'll find a suitable place.
Settled down for the evening and about half an hour later a bloke turns up from nowhere just to say hello. We offered him beer which he declined, but he did accept a cup of English tea. Language was a bit of a barrier but we did play some music from each of our home countries.
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