Cholpon-Ata - The Mirror (Timelapse)

When I arrived in Cholpon-Ata, everyone was gone. Gone were the Soviet holidaymakers from decades past, gone were the tourists from yesterday. There was a heavy wind, and I leaned against it while I was stumbling down the main road. Much to my surprise, I managed to find a place to sleep. Again, I was the only guest. At night I used my sleeping bag and two blankets to keep warm. It was only October, but there was a wintry cold that came creeping down from the mountains. I stayed in Cholpon-Ata for a week.