Inside the circular white yurt! There is the aroma of woodland scents. Leaves forming a shadowlike presence. This reminds me of Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan 30 years ago.
Going through borders helped by bribery even though we had legal documents.

Even though this was a city with free choice in the restaurants. It was decided everyone should choose some main dish, one form or another of a lamb meal. I remember us going to visit male felt makers who were quite interested in a group of female felt makers were intruding upon their supremacy as felt makers.

Us ladies had been involved in making little felt insects and butterflies in places such as the botanics. In fact, I had joined children of under 10 to do this activity in the gardens. These handmade inspirations of nature had been something to beautify the outside of a Scottish-made yurt.

We toured many places meeting children begging in the streets. Luckily, beforehand we had brought pens and paper and things which children might need. However, I was told by others, don’t give to these children which I ignored. Even if they sold these items it might be the only way the family survive.

We stayed in many places, one being a supposed average yurt but the different to meeting a proper nomad and invited into their home showed great differences of wealth which the country tried to keep away from tourist eyes.
I met families whose members were a spectrum of ages from Great Gran to new-born baby. What I saw in these people was honesty and kindness.

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