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Almaty – Day 5 -Thank God it’s Friday


So, predominantly another day of work. Followed by a visit to a pub – in this case Mad Murphy’s at Tole-bi Zhenkova 12. We arrived shortly before nine, just in time to see the first gig of the local band playing rock classics. And very well they played, at least to the ears of a Munich based German, where the bands playing in pubs usually will not play anywhere else in the course of their career. A good crowd was there, not overly busy but crowded enough to get a good party atmosphere. A few people started dancing, so a good place to spend a Friday night at.

Friday night in Mad Murphy's. Live band in the background - the frontman credibly performed songs sung by  Axl Rose, Liam Gallagher.
Friday night in Mad Murphy’s. Live band in the background – the frontman credibly performed songs sung by Axl Rose, Liam Gallagher.

It was a great and relaxed start into the weekend – looking forward to seeing something, but unfortunately the weather forecast is really bad.

Almaty – Day 3 Impressions


It hurts a little bit. There we are in a place 5000 km (3100 miles) from home (home is the City of Munich, Germany, by the way), in the middle of the unknown, and so far we have seen our hotel, the office and a couple of restaurants. If you think that this is the introduction to “but today – today we went to see an old Berkutchy (dude that hunts with a golden eagle with whom he has an intense and life long relationship)” – well, you are wrong. What we did today was: we went to the office, went for lunch, got back to the office, had dinner, went to the hotel and then I got out again to an English Pub: befittingly called the Shakespeare Pub (at 40 Dostyk near intersection of Dostyk) to watch tonight European Champions League games (in football, the real football, 2 x 45 min without advertising breaks after every pass). Tough night: my host, an avid Barca supporter (he turned up with a Barca tie today at the office), had a particular bad evening: not only was the game not shown, but FC Barcelona also lost versus Atletico Madrid. What a bummer. I on the other hand faced quite a few locals in Manchester United colours (how could they), who saw their team going down against a strong FC Bayern team – 3-1 was the result. That said, the local supporters of the English club were good natured users and shook hands with the only two Bayern supporters in the Pub. That didn’t count the distinct non-Manchester supporters from the non-english part of the British Isles, who didn’t really cheer for Bayern but agains Manchester United. Cannot say that this experience gave me a deep insight into the life of the locals. But it confirmed that the Scots cannot stand the English.

Lunch we had at a remarkable little basement restaurant called the “Hemingway Restaurant”.  Address is Nauryzbai Batyr Street above str. Satpaeva. We had the business lunch, yet another tasty meal with fried fish, vegetables with chicken pieces, various salads and the ubiquitous coloured lemonades that seem to get served everywhere.

Ernst is here. If he had actually drunk at all the waterholes that claim he drunk there he would have been a serious alcoholic.
Ernst is here. If he had actually drunk at all the waterholes that claim he drunk there he would have been a serious alcoholic.

I am now looking forward to the weekend, where I hope to be able to see a bit more. Or ski.

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