Video & Photo Story: Solo Riding Adventure in the Mountains of Kyrgyzstan

Nov 18, 2021
by MET Helmets  

Our ambassador Cedric Tassan is always on the hunt for new locations and unusual places to ride. It's not an easy task, especially when traveling is more complicated than ever. That didn't stop him though! Embark with him on a bike trip and discover one of the most beautiful riding locations you can dream of.

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Geopolitical linchpin of Central Asia, Kyrgyzstan is one of the world’s few remaining countries where it is still possible to adventure into the unknown, well off the beaten tracks of mass tourism. Without a doubt, the mountainous profile and a lack of tourist itineraries should enable the country to retain its “undiscovered” image for some time to come, offering the intrepid traveler a unique human, physical and geographical experience.

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I have, on my smartphone’s memory, amassed a heap of notes on many different countries, including several Central Asian countries, but absolutely nothing on Kyrgyzstan. Once I’d checked that the country’s COVID restrictions would not prevent me from traveling there, I book my plane tickets in a huge rush of blood to the head. With flights in less than 3 weeks, I soon get the impression that I have been a little hasty, as I know zilch about the country and no idea which areas of the country are even suitable to ride. Thankfully, I manage to get in touch with a guy called Fred Horny, he knows the area well and with his legendary enthusiasm gives me the name of a French guy called Stéphane who runs a local tourist agency, www.kirghizie.fr. I contacted him immediately; Stéphane has a huge passion for the country and knows it like the back of his hand and happily opens his Kyrgyz address book for me, what a stroke of luck! As my time is limited, I cannot afford to waste precious hours or even days traveling between areas to ride. There is absolutely no information on MTB cycling in Kyrgyzstan, and so taking a stab, I decide to start my ride in a valley that stood out from the vibrant red aerial photos.

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3 flights into my journey and I arrive in Osh. My driver, Abdoukadyr is waiting for me, and we seem to hit it off immediately. He whisks me off to a small eatery where we enjoy a local bite. His suggestion that we pick up a spare wheel for the car before heading off gives me an insight as to the state of the roads to come. We drive for 4 hours into the vast Alay Mountain range where many mountains top out at over 16,400 feet. This is where my ride starts, to the north of the Alay mountains, my objective is to ride south across the whole range and finish in the Pamir.

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In my head I had fleshed out an awesome ride, but as we progress into the valley I begin to have serious doubts as to the feasibility of the whole idea, unbelievably steep slopes, vast screes of stone, vertical cliffs, that oh so narrow gorge and the mega dust cloud that trailed our car. In simple terms, “What the heck was I doing here?” Apart from the broken track that we’ve driven along, I could not see any other trails, just huge boulders, cliff faces. Tiredness must be kicking in, it’s been 35 hours since I left home, and I have barely slept. We reach the village of Kojo Kelen, it is almost 8 p.m. and my driver drops me off at the valley’s only guest house, but I am made to feel very welcome.

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The next day, I take my time to emerge, it’s cold here on the valley floor and I decide not to leave before the sun has warmed up this part of the world. It dawns on me that I am 4 hours of off-road driving from the nearest big town, and I sincerely hope that I haven’t forgotten anything. I spend the first morning soaking up this new environment where I am already at 7,220 ft above sea level, I must acclimatise slowly. The first locals I happen across are amazed to see a bike in such a place and I stop to admire the magnificent cliffs that rise up in front of me. This is high mountain country and I immediately pick up and shoulder my bike for the climb. Once at the top, the view is spectacular, paradise. I’m far from a winged angel though, more of a tortoise, as I make very little progress, between stopping to take shots, or to catch my breath. Time is moving on and the weather begins to worsen. I reach a pass at almost 9,900 ft and the storm breaks behind me. I don’t hang around and immediately start the descent, it’s a good trail and I am finally off on the pedals.

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The first raindrops catch up with me as I ride past a hut at the edge of a field, I see a farmer, about 300 yards away, he is using a donkey to plough his potato field. I stop and, to catch his eye, make big hand signals to ask if I can shelter in his hut, the reply is immediate and positive, the farmer joins me a few minutes later. It’s very cramped, barely 150 sq. ft, there’s a rug covering half of the clay floor.
A few cooking utensils hang from nails in the beams. Akilbek, the farmer, opens the door of his hut, this is his home. I realise that my rudimentary Russian will serve no purpose, but the ten or so Kirghiz words learnt from my driver might spare my blushes from speaking in grunts and other onomatopoeia for the rest of the week! He tries on my glasses and helmet, and we break into a fit of laughing, but once the storm has passed I bid adieu to my new friend and shoot down an awesome trail down to the valley floor. At last, I am in the mood, everything seems clearer to me, and my confidence begins to grow.

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The following day, I decided to explore another valley that crosses mine and I am already feeling fitter and able to climb a well-marked path at a good speed. It’s here that I meet another local, Mamat Isa, all alone on his mountain, he’s cutting a field of grass. No mechanically powered farm implements here, it’s the old-fashioned way, with a scythe! He offers me a drink of koumis, fermented mare’s milk. It would be rude to refuse, and I even dare to drink directly from the bottle. If my stomach reacts badly to this beverage, it’s the end of my trip! But at the same time it’s all part of the adventure. I am surprised, the milk is cool and pleasant to drink. I continue on my way until the valley comes to a dead end. To the right, deep gorges, opposite a steep slope with no way out and to my left, glaciers and mountains topping out at almost 16,400 feet.

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And that’s when I met a shepherd, Aptisalam, sitting on a rocky promontory guarding his flock in a, nothing short of, breath-taking setting. I offer to share a few of my biscuits with him, my only food for lunch. He accepts, we chat, and he invites me to his home. We go down to his house where I meet his family. His wife is warming up some milk in a pan over a warm wood fire. She’s shy, as is their daughter, but they invite me into their hut and I am given the best seat. We eat bread, cheese and milk. I leave them and start the long and exhilarating descent back down to the valley. I've got my bearings, and I am feeling on form. I head back down for a last warm night in this valley that has adopted me.

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It’s D-day for me, I must leave my nest and the hospitable home of another new friend, Matmatjakyp and his daughter Magina who has looked after me well. I load up my stuff and attach my sleeping bag to the bike, strap on my bags and, with a touch of sadness I ride away from this beautiful valley. I know that the next part of my journey will be difficult, but while I’m on my bike I’ll be alright, it’s only when I must dismount and shoulder it that things will get difficult as I’ll have about 60 pounds on my back. And today’s programme includes two passes at over 9,800 feet. I reach the first, after a relatively easy climb of 3,000 feet. I then drop down into a new, and seemingly untamed, valley. I come across a young boy who has been sent to meet me, he tells me that he knows who I am and this evening I will sleep in his father’s home! I look around me, but we are in the middle of nowhere.

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I had in fact made contact the previous day with a person in the next valley to organise the rest of my journey, but I had hardly imagined that someone would be sent to meet me at least five hours by foot from the nearest village! He takes me to the yurt where he and his mother live in the summer. They cook me a delicious omelette and I fall asleep in their warm home while a storm breaks far away. I set off again on the bike, but to be honest I don’t feel great. I have another 1,000 feet to climb, it should be a cinch, but I feel ill and don’t know how to describe it. I can't go any further, my breath is fast. Initially, I stop every 100 footsteps, but that tempo rapidly drops to every 10. It’s finally the weather that pulls me together as it is too threatening to hang around here for long. It takes me over three hours to reach the pass, a snail’s pace. Once over the top it’s a long descent to the next village.

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I get the impression that I have changed countries and am dropping down into a valley in Pakistan. I get my energy back. I feel that I am regaining control of my journey. I arrive in the next village, just a few houses scattered amid a plain of pebbles. I look for Begali’s house, he’s my host tonight and we need to organise my bivouac for the following evening. He warms up some water on a wood fire for me to shower with and cooks up a meal of potatoes, tomatoes, and morsels of mutton. We spend the evening going over our plans for the following day, food, tent, mattresses donkeys and a horse.

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We leave the village at 11 o’clock the following morning. Everything is loaded on the two donkeys, except for me as I’m loaded on to the horse, it is my very first time on horseback! It’s some baptism of fire as we are due to climb 5,250 feet, the equivalent of 6 hours in a saddle, up into the high mountains. To start, the track is wide, but I quickly learn that horses are easily frightened when the first lorry passes us; I somehow avoid being dumped on the ground. I think I prefer wilder spaces. We leave this magical valley and start our ascent to just over 13,000 feet, where we stop to set up camp for the night. The sun has just dropped below the horizon and it’s bitterly cold. Begali prepares another hearty stew, we pitch a tent that would be more suited to a beach in Bali than here!

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We don’t have any mattresses, but we huddle up to eat our meal in the tent and we quickly fall into a deep sleep. I wake to find everything frozen outside, it’s 6.30 and today is the biggest day of my trip where nothing untoward wants to happen to me as I will be alone at over 13,000 feet above sea level. Humans rarely come up here. I set off in the cold, wearing layers of clothing. The climb is grueling with lots of rocks and, a steep slope plus it is cold in the shade. Once over the pass, at more than 14,400 feet, I am at last in the sun and a magical landscape of lakes, glaciers, peaks, and plains opens out before me. To the south, I am struck by the extent of what I must tackle, the adventure is there, and I am here. This immense valley, of which I can only see the first few miles, will take me to Pamir. I attack the descent, carefully through the fields of shale.

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The stone here is so sharp that a tyre, a derailleur or even a calf muscle, can, through ill-luck, or inattention, be easily shredded. I must be careful without tiring myself, but I want to ride too. Fully, concentrated, I continue to plan my trajectory, as if in a minefield, where every yard is of ultimate importance. I cut across the coombs, descend through the mountain pastures, tracing every inch of my route, there is no path to follow. Further on, the route is carved into the flanks of the mountain, I just need to ride, avoid crashing and breaking anything.

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Technical passage after technical passage, they follow one another, I ride beside a vertiginous gorge and then, at last, reach a flat and wide valley that marks the end of the hostile terrain. However, there are still another 15 ½ miles to go and a river to cross, which is, being alone, what I fear the most as it could be extremely dangerous. I cross the first ford, the current is very strong, but I manage to keep hold of the bike. I get out of the water, frozen. I find the trail again and head towards the Pamir that suddenly reveals itself after a bend in the valley. It’s a mega slap in the face! Not only do I realise that my journey is coming to an end, but this is also a completely new landscape, flat, as far as the eye can see.

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When I arrive in Sary Mogol, my contact Umar is expecting me. With incredible kindness, he guides me through this dusty village. It’s scorching hot. In the space of just a few miles, I have gone from the freshness of the mountains to the heat of the desert. It is 4 p.m. and I have only had four biscuits to eat since yesterday evening. At last, I get to eat a real meal that I wash down with a bottle of Coca-Cola! Once done, we load my bike onto Umar’s 4wd pick-up and head to the base camp at the foot of Lenin Peak.

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As we arrive at the edge of a constellation of lakes, the hanging glaciers are caught in the last rays of the sun. As night falls so the temperature drops sharply. I meet up with Meder, my Kyrgyz photographer. We get to know each other, it’s a great opportunity to work together.
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The next day, we head towards the ridge of Petrov Peak, a mountain frequently used by climbers to acclimatise. There is no question of going to the summit as you need ropes, crampons, and ice axes, but I’d like to at least get to 13,800 feet before it becomes an exercise in mountaineering. The view from this ridge is truly exceptional. We spend all afternoon there. On the way back, we get to the base camp just as a storm breaks.

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We wake up to a beautiful day and the Lenin peak taunts us. We decide to head to camp one! I set off on the trail, the bike strapped to my back. I leave some things at the base camp which means that I “only” have to shoulder about 55 lbs including the bike, it’s far more reasonable. I’m on form and meet some French people and, unbelievable as it might seem, I even meet a follower of mine on Instagram! Crazy!

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At Traveller’s Pass, we break through 13,100 feet and set foot in the long valley that has been forged by tonnes of ice from the Pamir glacier. The stony descent on the other side of the pass is a joy on the bike, though well exposed at times. The very steepest slopes must be traversed on the bike, or a fatal fall is a certainty. The people I meet here, and even the mountaineers heading to the Lenin Peak are amazed to see a bike at these heights.

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I ride across a fantastic landscape, pumped up by the magnetic energy flowing in this place. I finally make it to camp one by the end of the day, the temperature has dropped drastically. The welcome at Tien Shan Travel is brilliant, a hot shower and an excellent meal. I fall into a deep sleep, the wind beating the tent all night. The high altitude causes me to drop in and out of periods of apnoea; I wake tired. Meder is completely out of it and feels unable to accompany me any further.

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I leave alone with one, perhaps crazy, idea in my head, see if I can make it to the summit at 16,900 feet. I lift the bike onto my back and begin to climb, slowly. The landscape appears frozen as the high summits are so close that they block the valley. At around 15,750 feet, I decide to stop my ascent as I am already beginning to toil and feel the dizzying effects of being at such high altitude. I carry my bike up steeply eroding slopes. I’m exhausted. On lifting my head I see that above me it is even steeper. I am not even sure that I will be able to ride the area above me as there is a straight rocky bar where you must climb straight up. And by this evening I need to be back down to the valley bottom, as it’s my last day. I throw in the towel; I think that I would need a complete day to make it to the top.

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I don’t have enough time and I am exhausted but at the same time happy to have accomplished all that I have. I turn back and throw myself into an awesome freeride to camp one. There, I meet up with Meder and we drop down into the Pamir plain. This is where a mountain bike really comes into its own, flying down a mountain slope at full pelt. I spend the rest of my day in a landscape that I will never grow tired of.

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Once at base camp, I take my time and recover a little. My friend Umar arrives, bang on time, as usual. We cross the Pamir plain under a threatening sky. From the 4WD’s radio resonates some traditional, but rather sad music as if the country does not want me to leave, and at the same time I don’t want to leave either. This country has given me so much, I have met so many beautiful people, seen such magnificent landscapes, completely disconnected from my life in the West.

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You can follow Cedic on Instagram: @cedrictassan83

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12 Comments

  • 28 0
 More content like this. Machine built trails are fun but this stuff is epic.
  • 6 0
 I work with a woman originally from Kyrgyzstan and every time a find an article about riding a bike through the country I need to get her take on it. Bikepacking.com has a few good articles as well. That whole part of the world is intriguing to me and I hope to be able to ride there one day.
  • 2 0
 Bonjour, Cedic

i had the pleasure of meeting and riding with you in India with mike the owner of mountain bike kerela,
memories of happiness you were very humble with your bike skills , along side my very lack of them.

hope olivier is also well, still got the santa cruz?
look forward to the full release of the adventure soon. keep well
paul
  • 5 0
 Fred Horny....that just made my day.
  • 2 0
 Amazing adventure. Cannot wait to see the full movie. Beautiful pics. Self filming is not so easy and the results seems awesome.
  • 1 0
 I have a tough enough time getting outta state, much less around the world. Looks awesome. PB... I think its time you take some of your audience around to some of these places. Let me know, I will give you my number!!!
  • 1 0
 Sounds like a great adventure! Well written description, good on you for just getting out there!
Bring french are your brakes the wrong way round though??!
  • 1 0
 www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rDwkGbYGno

india trails mountainbikekerela
  • 1 0
 When does the full edit get released?? So epic
  • 1 0
 dear god i want to travel again.
  • 1 0
 Amazing!
  • 1 0
 Beautiful!!!

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