At 4AM the next morning, we were to catch a 40 minute/$30 flight to Osh in the southwest near Uzbekistan. Naturally, we stayed up until 2AM at a terrific nightclub done up like an old Soviet apartment.
We had our first encounter with the police (5 of them) who seemed friendly and accepting of our story/hotel/dates/passport (photocopies). I had heard about corruption but haven't encountered any yet. They must have thought we were weird asking for the location of the bar, whose name is simply Kvartira 148, or Apartment 148. It all worked out. Dinner was horse pizza and a half bottle of vodka. A photographer made her rounds and ensured every moment was well-documented.
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