With the coffee still warm, we talked about Kyrgyzstan, India and how in some ways we are so similar. Aigul shared her travel experience in India, which was quite interesting. She was invited to an ex-guests’ wedding in Chennai, who incidentally was the first Indian guest at Apple Hostel. After the long-winded chit-chat over coffee, we leave for our room. As we were about to take the stairs, Srinath turned back towards Aigul and asked if there was any Indian restaurant here in Bishkek. She beamingly said “Of course. I know just the place. I will call the cab. You guys freshen up.”
Suffering from extreme hunger, we rushed towards the room. We put our respective backpacks down carefully in the corner, turned on the lights and noticed the room was newly renovated. Customarily, Srinath went and checked the toilet first. Satisfied, we started unpacking to the music of The Weeknd’s Starboy on the Bluetooth speaker. Taking turns, we got our business done, freshened up and got ready for the night in Bishkek.
As we came down the stairs, we were greeted by an Irishman and a Canadian. We introduced ourselves to each other, “You guys have a whale of a time, lads!” said the Irishman in a typical Irish accent as we were about to depart. Pretending we caught what he had said, we smiled back and left for the Indian restaurant – ‘The Host” in the cab.
It was 10.30 PM and the streets were at ease with the little traffic of cars and commuters. Though, at a distance the buildings, monuments and statues pulsated mysteriously in the melancholic light. After a quick ride to the restaurant, we thanked the cab driver and got down the basement to enter “The Host” which had a very ‘Indian’ feel to it ambiance wise, especially with Bollywood numbers being played in the background. Surprisingly though, we had the whole restaurant to ourselves.