Agroexpedition "Agriculture of Kazakhstan". Day seven. Alpine herds on dzhailau. Picnic.

Early rise does not bother at all, everyone slept well and is full of strength to continue moving on the plateau, almost to the very glaciers of Northern Dzungaria.

Back in the Soviet years, roads were laid in the valley of the Uygentas burial mounds that allowed supporting agriculture in this region, but after the collapse of the USSR, they fell into decay, this is understandable, because the mountains live their own lives and require a careful approach to all infrastructure. However, thanks to the efforts of Baurzhan Ospanov, who began to develop the agricultural direction in his business, the roads were repaired and put in order.

As for another branch of this road, which leads from the Uygentas plateau to the sources of the Lepsi and Tentek rivers, almost to the very tongues of the glacier, which the locals call Jamantas, until recently, even on horseback it was impossible to go there. I had to dismount and walk. Therefore, it was necessary to build the Kenesbek road, as Baurzhan himself calls it, from scratch. And the most difficult thing in this whole process was not money, not strength and construction equipment, but to obtain permission to build a road in the border zone, and besides, on the territory of the national. parka.

Baurzhan does not plan to stop only at the construction of one road. The plans of the entrepreneur and philanthropist to develop a tourist destination, to make a sculpture park on the plateau, right on the "ram's foreheads, which remained in large numbers, as a reminder of the Ice Age. Ecological trails, as well as educational events for the development of agribusiness, within which Baurzhan will share experience and knowledge with start-up enterprises, and according to him, for these tasks, neither money nor experience is a pity, since working in agriculture is a noble profession.

We are advancing in mountain jeeps along a picturesque road along a plateau along the Lepsy River. Sometimes the road passes through steep ascents and descents, among rocks and cliffs.

After a few hours of the road, we see two herds of horses, which the drivers drove to the road. Everyone notes how the horses break into shoals on their own, and there are no fights among the stallions in the general herd. Here, almost under the very glaciers, horses graze until late autumn, until the snow falls, and only after that they are distilled for winter keeping in the steppe not far from the end center, which we watched on the first day. Horses look strong and well-fed. Even here, at an altitude of 2,500 to 3,200 meters, where there is already a lack of oxygen, the food supply is almost unlimited. Therefore, these places have always been popular among herdsmen.

On a wide ridge, from where there are visible snow-white peaks of four thousand peaks, we communicate with the senior herdsman - Bauyrzhan Bopatkhokovich, who has been working at this height for more than one year.
It turns out that Bauyrzhan Bopatkhokovich is a veterinarian by profession, and at one time was an entrepreneur. But after suffering a heart attack, he was forced to reconsider his lifestyle. Remembering how good it was for him to ride in the mountains and graze horses in action, Bauyrzhan Bopatkhokovich, without thinking twice, got a job as a herdsman. Mountain air, physical work and eco-friendly food did their job, they found their own rhythm of life, which Bauyrzhan Bopatkhokovich would not change. He notes that saumal (fresh MILK ) was a good addition in recovery.mares), a glass of which he drank after each milking. It is not for nothing that for many years there have been various scientific works and systems of treatment with the help of saumal.

Having wished good HEALTH to the senior herdsman Bauyrzhan Bopatkhokovich, we move back to Lepsy for dinner, to the river bank.

And this is the famous and sung songs of the edelweiss flower. He's really ugly

The place for a picnic was not chosen by chance, it is located on the river bank in a picturesque gorge, where one of the branches of the Great Silk Road passed many years ago. Here, under the coolness of the river, we taste a ram roasted on a spit, like ancient caravan merchants.

Selfies are not allowed!