Lake Issyk is not just a body of water somewhere in the mountains of Kazakhstan. This is a place where nature has decided to show what it is capable of. Mountains that seem to have grown out of a fairy tale, water of a color that cannot be described in words (well, okay, I'll try: "cosmic turquoise"), and Tangshan fir trees, which stand so proudly, as if they know that they are the main decorations of this landscape. I've been there twice, and both times it was like traveling to another world. However, with adventures that looked more like a comedy than a nature documentary.
The first time: "Mushroom quest, or Gruzdi, where are you?"
35 years ago, I, young and full of enthusiasm, went to Lake Issyk with a friend. We decided that we would definitely find the mushrooms. Well, what about it? The mountains, the forest, and the fresh air are ideal conditions for mushroom hunting! We walked, walked, walked... And there were more. There were no clusters. But there were fir trees that seemed to be laughing at us. We walked around half the hill, but the mushrooms apparently decided to play hide-and-seek with us. As a result, we returned home with empty baskets, but with lungs full of mountain air and a feeling of mild annoyance. But now I know what every square meter of forest around the lake looks like.
The second time: "Trout, where are you? I'm with a fishing rod!"
Two years later, I went to the lake again, but with a new mission — to catch mountain trout. In winter. With a bamboo fishing rod. And with a nozzle made of red wool thread, which, in my opinion, was supposed to perfectly imitate an earthworm. Well, you know, like in the movies about fishermen: quiet water, a light frost, and here it is — the fish of dreams! The reality turned out to be a little different. The trout was probably too smart for my "artificial bait." She looked at my thread, twirled her tail and swam away. I was sitting on the shore, frozen, but happy, because there were mountains, fir trees and this incredible lake all around. And the trout... Well, maybe she just didn't appreciate my creative approach.
The way home: "On foot, but with a smile"
Both times after their "trophies" (or rather, their absence) I was returning home to 1 Talgarskaya Street. We walked from the bus terminal to the lake and back. Tired? You bet! But happy? Definitely. Because Lake Issyk is not about mushrooms or fish. It's about mountains that make you feel small. About water, which hypnotizes with its color. And about the fir trees, which seem to whisper: "Come back here again."
Result:
Lake Issyk is a place where nature reminds you who is in charge here. Mushrooms? They didn't find it. Trout? They didn't get caught. But we found something more - a sense of freedom, mountain romance and a bit of the absurd. If you want to feel like the hero of an adventure movie (with elements of comedy), then you are here. Just don't take a woolen thread with you. Trout won't appreciate it.
P.S. By the way, the lake is still called Issyk, but the settlement and the river are now called Esik. Apparently, someone decided that one letter was too boring. But the lake, as before, remains the magical place where time stops and problems disappear into the mountain air.
P.P.S. If you suddenly encounter grouse or trout, say hello to them. They'll remember me. I hope.
It is a very beautiful and charming place, the beauty of Almaty is inspiring, the clean air, the mountains, the lake itself is turquoise in an unusual color, I recommend this place to many.