Late in the night our plane approached Manas airport. In the darkness, when we were coming through the clouds, some settlements could be seen dimly on the ground. We are now in line at the immigration. Written in large letters, a sign is greeting from the ceiling: 'Kosh Kelenizder', 'Heartily Welcome'.

We landed in Kyrgyzstan.

'Kosh Kelenizder', that is the concept the visitor to this country will meet at every turn. 'Heartily Welcome' is everbody who takes by car, on horseback or on foot through the country and comes to a yurt camp. For centuries, the Kyrgyz lived a nomadic life. They have set up their tents made of felt and wood in the high valleys or on the banks of outlying lakes in order to graze livestock, and to spend the summer.

Still people are happy when visitors come and report from afar, drinking tea in the evening by the fire (and sometimes vodka). This tradition has retained until today.

Of course, tourism has started, also within this small country, whose name most do not know to spell -- even don't know where it is. But, nevertheless, tourists are coming to the country and people start to make a living by the revenues the guests brought from afar. However, their hospitality they have not forgotten.

I was always happy not to stay in a fancy hotel, but slept on a simple mat in a yurt -- the Kyrgyz tent -- and was able to breathe and absorbe the nature around me. I have met wonderful people, kept good memories and some photos from my travels.

At this place on the Internet I would like to write about my experiences and invite all to share with me the memories of Kyrgyzstan. Reading this page you might feel the desire to visit Kyrgyzstan too. I like to share my experience with you.

Yours Wolfgang Keller