Truly, the real gems have to be pursued and hunted. I travelled for more than 20 hours by an old bus going through desolate lands and in the middle of it questioning myself the whole time if it would be worth it but this trip proved the adage that goes "It's the journey and not the destination that counts" wrong. The adventure of traveling alone to a new place and not speaking the local language made the journey even more exciting but it is the sights I have seen that really floored me. I was totally humbled by the sights that greeted me in Burabay/Borovoe. It was the balm that soothed all my misforgivings and frustrations in Kazakhstan and the tape that sealed all the good memories I have had in this country of ironies. Most of all, I've seen God's guiding hand during the trip. The place was just pure, unspoiled nature. The lakes nestled in mountains have very calming effect on the soul, mystic so to speak. Burabay will always hold a spell for me and it is a place I would definitely go back to one day.
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