Tonight we slept in a gastiniza near Bishkek's Osh bazaar. Taxis for Osh leave from here and we want to leave early in the morning. The neighborhood does not seem "well attended" at night, the road linking the market to the bus station is full of motel. When Daniele goes to the mini-market a woman "offers her services" to him, those motels are all Love Gastiniza. But who cares, we find a very cheap one, 500 som for a double room (7 EUR), not the cleanest in the world, the common toilet is filthy, and on the wall there is a poster with the word LOVE and many little hearts drawn.
When we wake we go to the taxi parking, ready to be "attacked" by all the drivers. And in fact that's what happens, we are discussing with six taxi drivers simultaneously. Many of them want to take us to Jalal-Abad. Many just of them don't want to get up to Arslanbob, located about 50 kilometers from the main road, they will leave us where the road splits and then we would have to find another way to get up there. At a certain point two guys take us away from the crowd, asking for 1000 som per person, the price it's more than fair. And it seems they'll take us to the destination. The car is very small, and the driver doesn't seem to a taxi driver, the trunk is full of stuff. It seems the two boys are just gong back home and perhaps they were looking for someone with whom to share the petrol.