Man, what a day! Seriously, Shubarshi is wild. I woke up late, as usual. My phone was buzzing like crazy. Turns out, my buddy Aibek was already at the café on Abay Street, waiting for me. I rushed outta my apartment, barely had time to brush my teeth. Who needs that, right?
So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game. Shubarshi’s streets are like a maze. You got the main ones, like Kabanbay Batyr, but then there’s all these little alleys that look like they haven’t seen a broom in ages. I swear, I almost tripped over a stray cat. That cat looked at me like, “Dude, get your life together.”
Finally, I get to the café, and Aibek’s already on his third cup of coffee. I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna vibrate outta here!” He just laughs and says, “Better than being a zombie.” True that. We start talking about life, you know, the usual stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s wearing a bright yellow jacket, like he’s trying to signal aliens or something.
Aibek and I can’t stop staring. The dude orders a drink and spills it all over the counter. Classic. The barista, she’s not having it. She’s giving him the death stare. I’m dying inside. Like, how do you even manage that?
After that, we decide to hit up the bazaar on Kyzylorda Street. Man, that place is a sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the noise! I love it. But then, I see this old lady trying to haggle for some apples. She’s going hard, like she’s negotiating a peace treaty. I’m just standing there, thinking, “Lady, it’s just apples!” But she’s relentless.
I grab a few apples too, just to support her cause. I mean, who doesn’t love a good apple? But then, I realize I forgot my wallet. Ugh! I’m like, “Aibek, you got me, right?” He rolls his eyes but hands me some cash. Best friend award right there.
We leave the bazaar, and I’m feeling all pumped. But then, we hit a snag. Traffic on Kabanbay Batyr is a nightmare. I swear, I could’ve walked faster. I’m getting all antsy, like, “C’mon, let’s move!” Aibek’s just chillin’, scrolling through his phone. I’m like, “Dude, how can you be so calm?” He just shrugs.
Finally, we get to the park near the river. It’s beautiful there, especially at sunset. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m feeling all philosophical. Like, “Life is good, man.” But then, I see a couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just standing there, awkwardly sipping my drink. I’m like, “Do I intervene? Nah, better not.”
As the sun sets, I’m hit with this wave of nostalgia. Shubarshi has this vibe, you know? It’s chaotic but cozy. I love it. But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Chill, Mom, I’m in the park!” But she’s not having it. Classic mom move.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my bed, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. Shubarshi, you crazy city, you never fail to surprise me. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next?