There are two brothers and if that say they never fight, means they definitely hiding something.
Somewhere far away Kyrgyzstan in a nomadic settlement, we were not sure about anything and little nervous too. It was a matter of breaking the ice, they made us relax with a warm welcome and huge smile. Later we were offered tea, Kumis (mare’s fermented milk) and of course borsok (Kyrgyz fried bread).
Yeah, one can’t forget local music as well. these two brothers were really made everything nice for us, one was naughty and another one was shy, but the combination was amazing.
Here are the images of young boys of Kyrgyzstan playing in the front yard of their yurts.