After making our way across several hours of Pamir plains, we stopped into the natural hot springs and quite unnatural concrete bunker encasing them for a spell. And to celebrate one last meal before Ramadan with a family of Kyrgyz.
Not that we were going to fast once Ramadan began, but this would be the last big meal before everyone else did and we would be able to mock them openly.
Just across the stream is also a hunting lodge, which people come to on trips to hunt down the grand Marco Polo sheep. I suspect they’re pretty easy to catch. You just have to yell “Marco” and then listen closely.