|Two large kettles adorn the Millenium Avenue, Astana.|
|The top of the Pyramid from inside. The yellow is from the sun on the Kazakh flag.|
|The Palace of Peace and Accord, exterior.|
The glitz of Central Asia'a anwer to Dubai seems a distant memory. Astana, the capital of the steppe, is missing only two things - vegetation and people. Really, every time I went to a museum or attraction I was left wondering if the thing was open, such was the string of tourists entering and leaving the buildings (ie there were none).
Almaty on the other hand is for living. The parks are great, even artists set up their easels to paint, families wander, children play... I visited the main mosque here today, it is very much like a church inside, and I wonder if it is a converted church. The streets are busy, the traffic crazy, people bustle here and there. Astana is the capital, it is Nazabaev's vision. There are many things to see, many photographs to take. However, Kazakhstan's soul lies a Talgo ride south. Almaty.
|Almaty, artist at work in one of many parks.|