But there is a place that maybe more than any other carries the soul into a fairy-tale kingdom, a place that has the name of a hero. This place and this hero are called Arslanbob.
The legend of Arslanbob
Arslanbob was a man of faith, a disciple of the Prophet Mohammed, who left his homeland in search of the earthly paradise. Among these valleys of Central Asia he found it, but something was missing for it to be perfect: fruit trees.
So when Arslanbob Ata, “the son of the lion’s gate”, returned to his master asking for advice, he gave him walnut seeds, “goes and spreads,” he told him, and so he did, creating the world’s largest walnut tree forest.
A beautiful story, but just a story, as the forest was already here when Alexander the Great, around 330 BC, conquered these lands (then called Sogdiana), winning the tenacious resistance of the venues with matrimonial diplomacy, and thus importing nuts into Europe.
Arslanbob and the nut’s harvest
The village of Arslanbob, is located in the province of Jal Alabad, 1,700 meters above sea level, in southern Kyrgyzstan, just a few kilometers from the border with Uzbekistan. And Uzbek, in fact, are 95% of its 13,000 inhabitants, of whom anyway, for two months a year there is almost no trace in the village itself.
September and October are the months of the nuts, the harvest season. “If you are looking for someone, it is better to look in the woods than in the village,” says Hayat, Alpine Guide and Coordinator of the Community Based Tourism Bureau (CBT).
In fact, from the second half of September and throughout the month of October, the whole village leaves the houses made of mud and straw and moves to the forest.
A surreal world of tents warmed by wood stoves, clay ovens built in a few hours, and then swings and even volleyball nets. But most of all, people: women and men, elderly people scoffing and small kids on donkeys’ back, a real village, in short, but in the woods.
The season is officially opened by a rite, during which every family offers sacrifice, (is not really clear to who, Islam here is contaminated by strong pagan influences) a sheep, or if they can’t afford it, seven loaves.
The magic unfolds gradually: first, at the edge of the forest, lush orchards of beautiful apples, pears and plums, with sheep and cows grazing around them.
Then the first walnuts, some old giants, centuries-old, majestic, and the lazy collectors who take the walnuts that fall from the ground. The children playing throwing each other rotten nuts.
But it is by going deeper, into the heart of the forest, that the real harvest is witnessed.
Men climb on the trees, almost always barefooted, without the help of ropes or stairs and passing from branch to branch, shake vigorously the walnut tree, causing a hailstorm of fruit. Women and children down there, hurry to pick them up, careful not to be hit by the volley of nuts.
The walnuts are then separated from the husk (once again the task is assigned to the children, there are many here who do not attend the school, at least during this time of year) and let them dry in the sun, on large plastic or cloth canvas.
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Every year, from the 16,000 hectares on which the Arslanbob forest extends, about 1,500/2,000 tons of nuts are introduced into the local and global market, most of them exported to Turkey and China as main buyers.
The price of one kilogram of nuts on the domestic market goes from about 70 som (about € 1) for raw product to 300 s (more than € 4) for peeled and clean walnut; On paper, not so bad, but how much do the collectors’ families actually earn?
Actually not much, given that the prices here are those to the final consumer. According to Hayat, a family collects between 500 and 1000kg of nuts per season, which are mostly purchased on the spot by the most affluent, who in turn are dealing with distributors, often the steps between producer and consumer are at least four or five.
Tourism as a sustainable resource
During the Soviet era, Arslanbob was a popular tourist destination, still today it is possible to see abandoned “resort” ruins, with many swimming pools and children’s rides, now covered by tentacular vines.
In fact, with the collapse of the USSR, Arslanbob has entered a dark tunnel for more than 15 years.
But since a few years, thanks to the commitment of people like Hayat, this dream village is experiencing a small revival of tourist economy.
The numbers are certainly not daunting, but Hayat’s satisfaction is evident when he tells us that in 2013 visitors were around 5,000, almost double the previous year… figures that make an Italian smile, accustomed to the astronomical figures of locations such as Venice or Florence, but of which the local CBT is right to be happy.
In fact, mass tourism, Hayat argues, would have a destructive impact on the culture and ecology of the village, while a gradual increase in visitors year by year can boost the economy and stimulate cultural growth of the village itself, in a optic of mutual exchange between locals and visitors. Because “in each of us there is evil and good, and it is the latter that we must learn from each other.”
After harvest winter will come, burying Arslanbob and its forest under a white blanket, wrapping it in the muffled silence that this season brings within itself. But Hayat will not stop, volcanoes of ideas, he has already invented a new way of skiing… driven by a horse! So perfectly Kyrgyz…
Getting from Bishkek to Arslanbob
Tonight we slept in a gastiniza (guesthouse) near Bishkek’s Osh bazaar. Taxis for Osh leave from here and we want to leave early in the morning (Arslanbob is located near Jalal-Abad, on the road to Osh).
The neighborhood does not seem “well attended” at night, the road linking the market to the bus station is full of motels.
When Daniele goes to the mini-market a woman “offers her services” to him, those motels are all Love Gastiniza.
But who cares, we find a very cheap one, 500 som for a double room (7 EUR), not the cleanest in the world, the common toilet is filthy, and on the wall there is a poster with the word LOVE and many little hearts drawn. Suspicious spots dot the blankets.
When we wake up, we go to the taxi parking, ready to be “attacked” by all the drivers. And in fact that’s what happens, we are discussing with six taxi drivers simultaneously.
Most of them want to take us to Jalal-Abad, they don’t want to get up to Arslanbob, located about 50 kilometers from the main road. They will leave us where the road splits and then we would have to find another way to get up there.
At a certain point two guys take us away from the crowd, asking for 1000 som per person, the price is more than fair. And it seems they’ll take us to the final destination.
The car is very small, and the driver doesn’t seem to be a taxi driver, the trunk is full of stuff. It seems the two boys are just going back home and perhaps they were looking for someone with whom to share the petrol.
The mountains and the Naryn river valley
Before Kara-Balta, we take the road south that begins to climb higher into the mountains until reaching the pass (3000msl), through the infamous tunnel, at least infamous among cyclists, because it very narrow and long. We had heard it was without lights but the lights are there, dim but present.
Anyway, there is a sidewalk so you can walk without risking death. But this has created many legends, and most of the cyclist load the bikes on some trucks to cross.
It’s starting to snow and we are surprised to see that there are still yurts up here. The driver drives quietly, not like a psychopath and we are happy. We stop to eat along the way, and the two guys pay us lunch. Then we can confirm they are not taxi drivers.
The road is beautiful and not so tough, it goes along the Naryn River, a placid and greenish stream winding through stunning gorges, we think it should be a perfect canoeing trip going down this stream. We regret to don’t cycle here, but our gear is not suited for the cold season, too bad.
Our guesthouse in Arslanbob
We arrive at the junction with the road to Arslanbob when it’s almost dark. At about 8pm we arrive at the village, we saw almost nothing of this part of the road. The guys leave us in the town center, everything is closed and dark. Quite strange, usually in Kyrgyzstan everything remains open 24/24.
Let’s knock at the gate of the CBT(Community based tourism, a Kyrgyz tourist agency) as we where advised to do. They welcome us with tea, nuts and apples and find us a guest house, the number 18, a boy comes to pick us by car and takes us there.
The house is really nice, apparently in traditional Uzbek style. There is a huge veranda with so many plants, all in wood, and a large low table surrounded by carpets on which to sit and eat and drink tea.
Our room is nice, although with kitsch wallpaper and a glittering pink rod to hold the curtains. Matrasses on the floor, the typical Central Asian ones, similar to think blankets.
There’s a girl with a long braid that speaks a few words of English, apparently the custom for young women is not to cut their hairs until marriage. She brings us emmer and tomatoes as a snack. Here women do not attend school a lot, in fact they don’t even speak Russian, unlike men.
Breakfast is fried potatoes and eggs. We go out and begin to explore the village and its surroundings. Everything is very bucolic. Here the inhabitants are mostly (90%) Uzbeks and are quite religious. Or, more than anything else, quite literally follow the tradition.
The clothes are traditional. Women wear long skirts on long trousers and headscarf, only the neck is visible. This is common in Kyrgyzstan, but here all of them are dressed this way, without exception. The men are wearing Uzbek hats (Taqiyah), more sober than the Kyrgyz one (Kalpak). There’s no beer or alcoholic drinks anywhere.
Women do not study much, most get married at eighteen, braid cut and end of the free ride. The role of women is typically to take care of the house, or of fields and animals. But another activity typical of this resort is the nuts gathering.
In the CBT office, there’s a map with some places we could walk to. We are moving towards what is indicated on the map as “big waterfall”.
To reach it we cross the village, we see that the houses are built differently here (doors and windows are straight, a simple thing that Kyrgyz find hard to do) and the gardens are well kept with flowers, various plants and many fruit trees. But the town is almost deserted, we will soon understand why.
Past the town, we follow the road along the river, and we meet Hayat, the leader of the local CBT, we have heard of him by Chad. It’s going in the mountains with a group of tourists, they’ll be back tomorrow.
We greet them and move towards the waterfall, obviously taking the wrong path, which is steep and rocky, but does not last long.
The waterfall is about 80 meters high, but actually the most fascinating thing is that overhead is full of eagles, at least five.
And they are huge. We think of when the conductor of the Kazakh train showed us a video in which an eagle sees a mountain goat on the edge of a ravine and grabs it and then let it fall into the abyss… We move a little more inside…
We go back to the village, following a very pleasant path along the calm river and then take the road to the walnut forest. We begin to see the first trees. They are really huge, especially considering how long it takes a walnut tree to grow.
There is a very nice path to follow but the trees are fenced. We wonder whether they are owned by someone, we will ask Hayat tomorrow.
We see a few tents between the trees but no one collecting nuts. We would like to get more “deep inside” the forest, but we can’t figure out which path to follow and it’s late. We’ll try again tomorrow.
We have to go to town to buy some groceries before everything closes, which takes place around 18:30! And we arrive late, and at the end we eat bread, butter and bananas. Tomorrow we will get dinner prepared by the women at the guesthouse.
The small waterfall (malenki vodapad)
We wash ourself, on the other side of the courtyard there is a small house, with a shower and a sauna. The landlady heats water with a wood fire.
At the CBT, Hayat has not yet returned from the trip to the mountains. Better check the map on the wall to reach the depths of the forest. The trails are not marked and there are no proper maps. We first reach the small waterfall, asking for directions to the malenki vodapad (“small waterfall” in Russian).
This small waterfall is nicer than the big one, maybe because we are much closer. An “improvised” bridge (basically a piece of iron, recycled from what is not clear) leaning on the two banks of the river leads us to another improvised iron staircase that climbs the mountain on the other side. It gets to a cafe! Closed.
From there begins a path, which goes in the forest. The forest is a maze, not in the sense that you can imagine though.
There are just walnuts and it’s not dense, the problem is that there are a lot of fences, probably for the animals, and when you enter a gate it’s not clear where to get out. However, with the help of our Garmin GPS, which tells us at least what direction we are going, it’s not that complicated.
Going forward, we start to see more and more people in the woods. They live there with the whole family and the animals, at least for the harvest season. That’s why we haven’t seen many people in the village.
Again nobody is collecting nuts. They all seem to be taking a nap. Finally we come to a part of the forest which is not fenced. And we see a man on a tree. He is shaking the branches to drop nuts.
Arslanbob, a village in the woods
This part of the forest looks like a village in the woods, is full of tents, a family even has a fenced garden with a watchdog. There’s a lot of people walking, sleeping, cooking, children playing. We see other binders.
One has a ladder up to a certain point of the trunk and then climbs. The others not even that. They climb all the way barehanded. Cavort on these high branches to drop the nuts and then descend along the trunk clinging arms and legs to it. It seems a bit dangerous.
We walk a dozen kilometers immersed in this atmosphere out of a Miyazaki’s films. The day is beautiful, full of sun. At home there is another guest who eats with us. Dinner arrives, and it’s huge!
Everything is in one dish, there is a pepper stuffed with rice, at least five boiled potatoes, a lot of other vegetables and even meat for Daniele. Oh I forgot, also a cob. None of us can finish the dish. We chat a bit with the other guest, Nathan, who’s also a blogger, and go to sleep happy.
Tomorrow we will leave Arslanbob. A little sorry. With a little more money funds this would have been a place where to spend more time.
Out of Arslanbob: the ugly Bazar Korgan
This morning it rains, we finally manage to meet Hayat and interview him, is really doing a good job to promote this place and seems to have a lot of ideas. He’s developing winter tourism.
And when we tell him that the Naryn River would be a nice little place where to do canoeing, he agrees and offers us to stay there, room and board paid for, to help him organizing this sort of tours. Sure it would be nice, but first we should do some more practice with the canoe.
To understand what the problem is, there are no teachers of skiing, canoeing etc… As long as it comes to horse riding there are no problems. We greet this very nice guy and we get on the minibus that takes us in Bazar Korgan. Along the way we see more and more Kyrgyz hats, we are back.
Bazar Korgan is a really ugly place. At the bus station we are assaulted by taxi drivers and chauffeurs, and not even knowing where to go, it’s hard to think.
Hayat had recommended a couple of places that are definitely beautiful, one to the south, near Sary Tash, from where you can see the Lenin Peak (7,000 meters), and another to the northwest, the lake Sary Chelek. But in both cases those destinations are too expensive for us.
After a walk in the bazaar, the only thing that is here, as the village name suggests, and a stop at a cafe that has no food (they wonder why I ask sugar for tea, and in fact do not have it), we return to the station and decide to take a bus to Jalal Abad. We will see the city and tomorrow we will go to Osh, and then return to Bishkek.
Jalal-Abad: a cute Silk Road town
The bus is cheap and in just over an hour we arrive. Jalal-Abad seems like a nice city, there are many people around. Let’s find a gastiniza. there’s one for 500 som, dush iest and that tualet iest.
And it’s true, there are shower and bathroom, too bad those are out of order. In the bathroom you can not flush the toilet, the water heater does not work, and the shower has not the handset but a rusty pipe dangling on shower tray (I guess they do not use it often).
The mattress was white when Kyrgyzstan was still a Soviet republic. We do not even try to lift the blanket. We’ll sleep wrapped in the sleeping bags. Left the backpacks, we go for a ride through the city.
Of course, not one of those “must go at least once in a lifetime” places, but Jalal-Abad is definively a cute little town probably nice to live in, there are many outdoor cafes, and seems to be less expensive than the north of Kyrgyzstan.
But in a few hours we have seen pretty much everything and we go back to the fetid guesthouse. We spend the evening playing cachiera (a dice game, pretty stupid), compelling… We forgot the playing cards in Bishkek.
Disappointed by Osh
As each night spent in a respectable gastiniza, we wake up with scattered itches. We get to the bus station and from there we go to Osh, boring trip. The Kyrgyz are very quiet, do not make “a big mess” on the bus as we Italians do…
In Osh, the bus station is located in the middle of the market, we go down there and go in search of the usual bad place to sleep. This part of town is basically a huge bazaar. We roam a bit, it seems nice. But it rains and we have to find a place to leave our things, we ask a few hotels along the way but the prices are high (by our standards). In the end, we find a guesthouse, without any sign, behind, or rather inside, the mosque. It was signaled by Open Street Map on our Garmin GPS.
There are two guys at the entrance, they show us the room. The mosque is pretty, there are large rugs and they bring us mattresses and blankets. Everything is clean! Hooray. It only costs 400 som (5,50 Euros), great deal! Let’s walk through the market, there’s a storm, but many parts of the market are sheltered. Only problem, is that there is mud on the ground and sometimes you have to wade some pond formed between the stalls.
The market is really big but not very “quaint”. They sell what we call cinesate (chinese low quality stuff), the food part is smaller than that of Bishkek and nobody yells to attract customers. Sometimes they say things when you come, so quietly, like they are drug dealers.
Back to our guesthouse, through a park full of karaoke, here is pretty popular, but these are practically the size of a shower stalls, outdoor, with a stereo, a monitor and the pirate CDs sold everywhere (I think the originals just do not exist). Unfortunately the weather is bad and we can’t see any performance.
At the end, we’re quite disappointed by Osh. Probably we didn’t saw its eternal beauty, but believe us, we look for it and haven’t seen it anywhere. What many say it’s the “quintessential Silk Road city of Central Asia”, just looked boring and ugly to us. But maybe we got it all wrong…
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