And so here I am, sitting comfortably on British Airways enjoying the first of many British breakfasts. I am looking out over the last images of Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan, the jagged snow-covered peaks of the Tien Shan fading slowly into the distance. After leaving Aksur on Sunday, I spent two more days in Osh finishing my work and preparing to depart. Arriving back in 'civilisation' was a well-earned reward after living in the mountains for nearly two weeks, although the views weren't quite as stunning. It certainly put things into perspective. When I arrived here five weeks ago, the cities, the shops, life in Kyrgyzstan, it all seemed so basic. I've since appreciated it a lot more. The fact they have electricity and warm water, on demand, is a luxury in itself. I returned to Bishkek on Wednesdsay, another death-defying flight on Altyn Airways, over the mountains. Heavy rain on Monday and Tuesday had properly covered the mountains with snow, so it looks like I left Aksur just in time (or, a little too early, depending on which way you look at it!). My final experience of Bishkek involved visiting the American bar opposite the office, enjoyed my first burger and chips since I've been here. Unfortunately, the 'bar/diner' was filled with Americans who were loud, obnoxious and obviously associated with the Bishkek airbase. Or so I thought. It turns out that most of them are now sitting on my flight back to London, connecting onwards to the USA and Canada, and ALL work for mining companies. Fortunately not as Geologists. And so concludes my final entry. It's not been as regular or as detailed as my China Journal, but then again, I haven't been travelling in the same way. I've been immersed far more in the culture and with the local people though, which has been a fascinating insight into this small and often overlooked country, and visited some amazing places.