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    Horsemen of the Son Kul

    Kyrgyzstan

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    One last chance: now the young rider is trying to pick up a coin from the soil at a full gallop speed. I lean down to get him in the shot and I have to rush back, quickly enough. His ability is once more superb and more than outstanding. He was born to be wild, nomad and free. It's something we do have inside, but it seems like we've forgotten how it feels. by: raya2046 Views[212] After several touch-bases of the beheaded sheep, another game with no introduction starts taking place. It's a pure fight this time, declared. Still on the horse. It's massive and powerful. The animals get squeezed between the opponents trying to unsaddle each other with bare hands. But the result is an even score: one to one and still nobody on the ground. by: raya2046 Views[179] Referee is looking after the game. He is standing on his horse, close to the touch-down base. I have no clue of the rules, yet it seems rather a wild rush after the carcass and with no limit for punching, breaking, unsaddling and whipping the rivals. Nevertheless nobody is falling, they ride bareback at incredible speed as if they were one with their mount. by: raya2046 Views[177] The killing of the sheep takes us abruptly by surprise. Nothing really personal with it, but the corpse of the animal without the head is the treasure of the local polo. I know that you are not supposed to be a vegetarian around here, still, I do feel slightly sorry for the sheep in this life. by: raya2046 Views[158] Festival is beginning. Women, lining up with the horizon, trace the field for the upcoming game. At first sight, they seem to be the only living creatures around, apart from sheeps and horses. It's the sign. The german couple and the driver look rather incredulous. We mention the British couple who abandoned half-way while we notice, more and more, that people are coming from far away tents. They may live miles away from each other, but they don't need the Facebook to know what's happening in their world. They will know it from the next horseman passing by their yurt. He will stop for a tea, some rest and stories around the stove. by: raya2046 Views[172]
     

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    Festival is beginning. Women, lining up with the horizon, trace the field for the upcoming game. At first sight, they seem to be the only living creatures around, apart from sheeps and horses. It's the sign. The german couple and the driver look rather incredulous. We mention the British couple who abandoned half-way while we notice, more and more, that people are coming from far away tents. They may live miles away from each other, but they don't need the Facebook to know what's happening in their world. They will know it from the next horseman passing by their yurt. He will stop for a tea, some rest and stories around the stove.

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