Bumming around Almaty, part 2 | Erainey Days
When the train arrived in Shymkent, we walked to our car which, of course, was at the other end of where we were at. We got to the Kazakh check guy who stood in front of the door. He looked at Robb and even without looking at his passport, he said, “You, Robbert. And you,...
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