Unfortunately for us, there weren't many group tours or public mode of transportation available for this place. In fact, most locals hadn't even heard about the place and were wondering why we are heading there.
So, after almost 500-600 km of hitchhiking, we came to the last stretch before the park. We had taken a lift from dairy truck drivers who were super sweet and friendly and were excited to know that we were from India.
They dropped us roadside from where we could get lift further on. However, it was already 7.00 pm and the sun was slowly setting. So, we figured that if we don't find a lift, we could simply camp here for the night.
We had to read Basshi village to get to Altyn Emel National Park so we kept on trying to get the lift. After almost an hour, a guy stopped who was going in the same direction. We told him we want to go to Basshi village so he can drop us till whatever point he was heading to.
However, we had a major language barrier at this point and since there was no network, we couldn't use the translator as well. With slight misgivings, we got in in his vehicle and he still kept trying to tell us something, quite animatedly.
We thought he might be drunk so we were on red alert. And then after 20 minutes, he suddenly stopped the truck in the middle of nowhere with an empty road being lined by tall trees on both the sides. He had taken us in the right direction, according to the map, but we were completely alone.
He got out of the truck and started calling someone which made us really suspicious. My best friend kept saying that maybe he was calling someone to kidnap us or kill us. However, I figured we had reached there anyway, it was not like we could run away now so better to hope for the best.