Horse-Riding in a Kyrgyz Mountain

A tired Nyse up a mountain. Phoby by Manur

Get ready, Nyse, we are going horse riding,’

‘Okay,’ I said, rolling my futon and changing into khaki slacks, a white shirt, and a headscarf to preserve my curls. ‘Should I get bread?’

“Don’t worry, I will,” my friend Tom said. “Just focus on getting ready. You’ll have the time of your life,”

God help me.