Turkestan

I want to tell you about how I went to Turkestan with my classmates at 1 a.m. I myself am from the city of Kentau and going to Turkestan was like a risk.

My classmates and I, 5 people, first hung out in a burger joint, and when we came out after him, we decided to take a walk in the park. The time was 11 a.m. and it was pretty dark, but the weather was good. During the walk, we talked about everything that came to mind, remembered the times at the desk and laughed, sad. Suddenly, one of the classmates said, "Ah, let's go to Turkestan," and the others immediately decided that this was a good idea, since there is almost nothing in our small town. And so, we called a taxi and almost at 12 o'clock in the morning headed for Turkestan. On the road, our parents called us all, and when we picked up the phone, we had to lie about spending the night at each other's. That was the funniest part, as we could barely contain our laughter while saying it. After that, we finally arrived and parked near the "Hanshaim Plaza", and then the taxi left. We saw that the mall was closed after the taxi left, and we were disappointed, but it was not surprising, considering that the time was almost 2 a.m. Then we decided to go to the Caravanserai. We ordered a taxi again and went there. And when we got out of the taxi, we saw that there was a police car parked and then we almost ran, but it turned out that the police didn't care about us. Then we went into the Caravan. And, of course, it was also closed, not a single soul and peaceful and quiet buildings. We walked around and took pictures, and decided to go home. We left the Caravanserai and decided to order a taxi, but they were nowhere to be found, not even online. There was a hotel next to us and we wanted to go there, but it turned out that it was very expensive there. After an hour and a half, we finally found a taxi and ordered. While we were waiting, we noticed a basket that usually stands in stores for shopping, but that basket was standing in the middle of the street. And we sat on it, rolling each other, taking pictures. Then a taxi arrived, we got on it and drove to Kentau.

The moral of the whole story: Do not go out so late and you need to plan everything in advance.