It was tough to wake up from such a wonderful rest, but the road called, and it was nearly midday.
Getting a move on slower than we anticipated, we slowly packed our things after a quick dip in the pool, had breakfast and went on the inevitable search for very bad Gasoline.
At the border we were quickly hauled through, thanking the very friendly guards and officers whilst asking them to sign the car. At the Kazaki side we found ourselves with sterner looking, but nevertheless friendly officers who also seemed thrilled about our little Gisela.
The day was boiling, and we got tired fast, but Niki took us past the next town, filled with a lot of very drunk Kazaks, and brought us on the Highway.
It was then that we realised this highway was as good as any German Autobahn, and that we should use this opportunity to cover the full distance of 900 kilometers to Almaty.
Passing enormous fields with giant mountain ranges in the background, we noticed the Kazaki cowboys riding their herds along the steppe, the odd Yurt and horse herds filled the image incredibly. We took Gisela for a small rest to enjoy the sunset.
We arrived late, at 0400 in the morning, checking into the only hotel still available and quickly calling it a day.