It feels like I'm in The Truman Show. Everything is just a bit too perfect. The perfect rows of identical chalets, the perfectly set table, the perfectly made up room. The perfect little yellow sand beach with perfect sun loungers and parasols reached by walking down the perfectly cobbled uncracked walkway.

Are there little hidden cameras watching my every move? Are the smiling wealthy locals (the first with any type of wealth I've seen) all actors and I'm the unwitting pawn in some big charade?

As you may have noticed I may be having a few slight issues readjusting to civilisation. Hot showers, no communal squat toilet. An espresso with breakfast, electricity and wifi, how easy it is to forget that 50km from here the local kyrgs continue to raise horses and work the land in a staple diet of soup. This although it feels so natural feels so foreign all at the same time! 5 days left in this land, what adventures remain?