Man, lemme tell ya about my day in Oytal. Wow, just wow. I’m a shepherd, right? So, I’m used to chillin’ with my sheep, not dealin’ with city chaos. But today? Total rollercoaster.
First off, I hit the road early. Sun barely up, and I’m already on my way to Oytal. The streets are wild, man. I’m talkin’ about Abay Street, where the hustle is real. Cars zoomin’ by like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to cross the street without gettin’ flattened.
So, I’m walkin’ and thinkin’, “What’s gonna happen today?” I’m not even in the city for five minutes when I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell some weird stuff. Like, who buys a kazoo in the middle of Oytal? I mean, c’mon! But he’s all hyped, shoutin’ about how it’ll change your life. I’m like, “Bro, I just need to find some good mutton, not a kazoo!”
Then I hit up the bazaar on Kabanbay Batyr Street. Man, that place is a whole vibe. So many smells! Spices, fresh bread, and, of course, sheep. I’m in heaven. I’m lookin’ for some good meat for my family. I spot this vendor, and he’s got the best cuts. I’m like, “Yo, how much for that?” He says a price that’s way too high. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a shepherd! I know what sheep cost!”
We start haggling, and I’m gettin’ all fired up. I mean, I’m not about to get ripped off in my own city! Finally, I get him down a bit, but I’m still feelin’ salty. Like, why’s it so hard to get a fair price?
After that, I’m wanderin’ around, and I see this street performer on Kyzylorda Street. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop to listen, and this little kid runs up to me, all wide-eyed. He’s like, “Mister, do you like music?” I’m like, “Yeah, kid, but I’m more into sheep bleatin’.” He laughs, and it’s a good moment.
But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freak out! I’m like, “Get off me, bird!” Everyone’s laughin’, and I’m just tryin’ to shoo it away. It’s like a scene from a comedy show. I finally get it to fly away, but man, my heart’s racin’.
Next, I decide to grab some food. I hit up this little café on Dostyk Street. The food’s bomb! I order some plov, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m sittin’ there, eatin’, and I overhear this couple arguing. They’re goin’ at it, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my meal. I mean, c’mon, can’t a shepherd eat in peace?
After lunch, I’m feelin’ good, but then I see this sign for a sheepdog competition. I’m like, “No way!” I rush over to the park on Zhetysu Street. It’s packed! Dogs are runnin’ around, herdin’ sheep like pros. I’m so pumped! I start cheerin’ for this one dog, and it wins! I’m jumpin’ up and down like I’m at a rock concert.
But then, I realize I gotta head back home. I’m walkin’ back, and I’m thinkin’ about my sheep. I miss those fluffy little guys. Oytal’s cool and all, but there’s nothin’ like chillin’ in the fields.
As I’m leavin’, I trip over a curb. Classic me, right? I fall, and my bag of mutton goes flyin’. I’m sprawled out on the sidewalk, and people are lookin’ at me like I’m a weirdo. I just laugh it off. “Hey, at least I’m not a pigeon!”
Finally, I make it back to my flock. They’re all lookin’ at me like, “Where ya been, dude?” I’m like, “You wouldn’t believe the day I had!”
So yeah, Oytal was a trip. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a shepherd, ya know?