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A scenic hike just outside Almaty. |
Almaty is a big city, famed for its
traffic jams, but it’s actually very easy to get out of. We took a
normal local bus up the hills where mansions have replaced orchards and,
within minutes, got off at the end of the line and were out of the city and in
the fresh mountain air.
We began walking up the road, past the novelty yurts and continued our quiet ascent surrounded by long wild grass,
large green mountains, and glorious sunshine. We were in search of a large
water pipe which we hoped to hike up beside all the way to Big Almaty Lake. The
pipeline takes a more direct route than the zig-zag road, so is a good way to
make it to the lake by lunch time.
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Steep water pipe |
We passed a remote building site which seemed to be a
hydropower plant under construction, and finally came across a very large pipe
at an angle which initially seemed too steep to climb. It was a good workout
hiking up the pipe, and it was great to be outdoors in fresh air and doing
exercise.
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Concrete monolith |
Snow began to appear in the shadows and within a few hours there was snow
almost everywhere and the trees had slowly become entirely evergreen. It was
that perfect time of year where there was bright, crisp snow, yet it was warm
enough to wear just a t-shirt while hiking.
We passed a concrete monolith that was some kind of lookout
tower and which I thought was very Goldeneye (I think I was pre-disposed to compare
everything on the outskirts of Almaty to something in Goldeneye; the dam and
the concrete monolith were just the low hanging fruit!).
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Big Almaty Lake |
Finally, we arrived at Big Almaty Lake and
had that ‘wow’ moment as we first saw it. The colour of the lake changes throughout the year; for us it was a stunning
turquoise – a really surreal colour. The lake is named after the Big Almaty River which feeds it, but the lake itself is not that big.
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Another one for my mum |
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It was a glorious Saturday afternoon so I expected this to
be a popular activity but we were basically alone the whole time. We found a
big old pine tree; I hugged the tree and was convinced that it wanted us to sit
beneath it and have a picnic; the others gave me a funny look. The sun shone
brightly through the thin air and reflected off the shimmering lake and the
white mountains; there was a warm, fresh breeze and welcome silence. We enjoyed
a very picturesque picnic and those who were so disposed had a doze with
natural pillows.
Hi Pete,
ReplyDeleteKel mentioned this blog a while back so I thought I would take a quick look. Just read the lot, some fine cross-cultural observations on the architecture of benches. I am jealous of your epic train rides.
Do svidaniya,
Matt