The train that brings me to Tashkent is now slowing down. I cannot see anything outside from the window; everything is white. Apparently, the snow is still falling this morning. I got a chance for a bit of snooze on the train, but my eyes are still having a hard time adjusting. I still need Karl to assist me as I am seeing so many reflections in my eyes, making it really challenging to move around.

Joey, Irving, and Karl are still busy taking photos around the train station. It is indeed a pretty sight, but I am too occupied trying to adjust my eyesight. It shouldn’t be a problem, but here we are—I am essentially struggling to see.

The Tashkent train station on that snowy morning was truly a beautiful sight. The snow added a magical touch to the architecture and surroundings, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The way the snow blanketed the ground and rooftops, softening the edges of the bustling station, made it feel almost like a winter wonderland. It’s moments like these that make travel special, capturing the beauty of everyday places in extraordinary conditions.(photo: Ada Chornelia)

Karl helps me walk while we wait for the Yandex ride to the airport. He’s very kind—it’s like having a brother on this trip. The driver is taking a little longer than expected, so we stand under the falling snow by the roadside. I’m not complaining; I’m actually enjoying it. It’s not every day that I get the chance to experience snow. It’s still around 9-ish in the morning, and our flight is around 12-ish. There seems to be some traffic, but I don’t really mind. I’m enjoying the moment, and I feel like my eyes are slowly adjusting to the amount of light they receive.

The driver didn’t even apologize for being a bit late—it took him about 15 minutes longer than scheduled. This made Karl a bit irritated, but it seems everything is under control. Joey and Irving were already waiting at the airport when we arrived, and even the check-in counter wasn’t open yet.

So, naturally, I seized the opportunity to grab a coffee—my soul needed it. In my opinion, Tashkent airport isn’t very large; it’s relatively small, which makes it quite convenient to find our gate. Inside, it’s warmer, and that feels nice. After checking in, we grabbed some lunch, I think I had turkey sandwich and coffee (again) and there weren’t many foreigners queuing at immigration at that time. The process was quick, and the officers didn’t ask too many questions; they were actually quite friendly.

We’re ready to board our flight, which will take about an hour from Tashkent International Airport to Manas International Airport in Bishkek. Let’s go! It’s exciting to continue our journey and see what Bishkek has in store for us. Safe travels to us all!

11/05/2025, 23:35:15