Sunday. Today was the day. We sold our car. We rocked up at the huge car bazaar in Bishkek and got told by a cop to park the car just on the side of the road. As soon as we stopped, a flock of people surrounded us and started asking how much the car was. Then it all went quickly. The cop who ordered us to park offered us $800. We drove to the customs section. He figured out that it is too expensive for him. He called a friend. And the car was sold for $750 and we were on a bus back to Bishkek with the licence plates and the car documents for deregistration. Somehow relieved, somehow super sad. I knew it’s going to happen. And I knew it had to be done. And it all went fine. But I still wasn’t in the mood to celebrate. Even the sparkling wine couldn’t help.
We bought some Sovietskoje Champanskoje sparkling wine. It was clear golden and fizzy enough to leave a hole in the ceiling with the cork when I opened it. It smelled fruity sour and slightly bitter. The taste was fruity and had a sugary aftertaste. 12-13% and $3 for a whole bottle finish the package. Overall not a bad drink but it didn’t bring my Jagger back.