Almaty, Kazahstan
Upon my arrival to Kazahstan airport, completelyΒ dehydrated, sleepy, jetlagged and with the need to go to toilet, I was forced to stand for long two hours in a queue with two men walking around us with the machine guns – completely indulent to help. There were little children around us, crying and elders unable to stand in line for so long. My bag was completely … Continue reading Almaty, Kazahstan
