Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Bishkul. Woke up, sun blarin’ through my window. I’m a lumberjack, right? But today, I’m in the city. Bishkul, baby!
First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. Got myself a cup of that strong coffee. You know, the kind that slaps ya awake? I’m sittin’ there, mindin’ my own biz, when this dude walks in. He’s wearin’ a fur coat. In summer! Like, bro, chill. It’s not that cold. I almost spit my coffee.
Then, I decide to stroll down to the Central Park. Man, it’s packed! Kids runnin’ around, people chillin’ on benches. I see this old lady feedin’ pigeons. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, those birds ain’t got no manners.” They’re all over her, like they own the place. I laugh, but then I feel bad. Like, who am I to judge?
So, I keep walkin’ and hit up the bazaar on Kabanbay Batyr Street. It’s wild! Stalls everywhere, smellin’ like spices and grilled meat. I’m tryin’ to find some good shashlik. I ask this vendor, “Yo, what’s the best?” He points to this skewer that looks like it’s been blessed by the gods. I buy it, and man, it’s fire!
But then, outta nowhere, this kid bumps into me. I drop my shashlik! I’m like, “Noooo!” My heart breaks. The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m fumin’. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted one good meal.
After that, I’m walkin’ down to the river. The sound of water calms me. I sit on the edge, thinkin’ about life. You know, lumberjack stuff. Trees, wood, the smell of pine. But then, I see this group of guys playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I can’t help but cheer. “Go, go, go!” I’m shoutin’. They look at me like I’m crazy.
Then, I decide to head back. I take a shortcut through some alley. Big mistake. It’s dark, and I hear some weird noises. My heart’s racin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is this how I go? In Bishkul?” But it’s just a stray cat. Phew! I laugh at myself.
Finally, I make it back to my hotel. I’m exhausted. I flop on the bed, thinkin’ about the day. Bishkul’s a trip, man. It’s got its quirks. The people, the food, the chaos. I love it.
But lemme tell ya, tomorrow, I’m stickin’ to the woods. No more city adventures for this lumberjack. I need my trees, my peace. Bishkul, you wild, but I’m out!