No, really this time. Or at least, as close as you can get.
Last week I headed to Taldykorgan, capital of the Almatinsky Oblast, for work. One of the joys/adventures/hilarities of the place, inaccessible except by car or by once-daily flights from the capital is that the one airline that act flies there has a fleet (of three planes, mind you) entirely comprised of Soviet era Yakovlev Yak-40s, a 30 passenger plane produced between 1968 and 1975. The results are slightly hilarious.
When we first got on and took off, things were fairly normal. But by some sort of inexplicable phenomenon (except maybe heat rises? er…), the plane got increasingly warm as we got higher and higher.
Ah, well. All’s well that ends well. And a long two hours later, we arrived in the bustling airport, and I guess the staff came prepared for their twice daily spell of work–one for take off in the morning, one for arrival in the evening. Needless to say, the airport was pretty tiny.
And, luggage retrieved, we piled into our taxi and headed towards the city. As we would be leaving by car, we bid our farewell to the tiny airport.