Between Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan the neutral zone of 20 kilometers of descent between the two borders was beautiful. Below snow-capped peaks at an altitude of 7,000 meters, the road went into rocky mountains to an astonishing valley, wider and slower. The mountains became multicolored, the bed of the river whose icy water was a great purity was lined with stones also multicolored, such as precious stones. The river was fed by small others whose water could sometimes be red. The sky was blue. Surely a place of paradise. The road then crosses the Kyrgyz border and the show continues until reach a more ordinary agricultural plain. At 26 kilometers after the border, and 14 kilometers before the first village, Sari-Tash, I met my first Kyrgyz: Nourkutane, a 12-year-old isolated child who was holding a donkey at the end of a rope and who blocked my way with his donkey so I had to stop. In the same way that the little prince would have asked to draw a sheep (french story of Antoine de Saint Exupery), his first words consisted of asking me for a pen. I took a pen in the front pocket of my front bag hanging on my front basket, and gave it to him. Then he asked me for a "notebook". I took my notebook out of the computer bag / desk of my back-left bag and handed it to him. But he did not want it. He then took out a red box from his backpack and put it in my basket. I took the box in my hand and I read the following inscriptions in french: "Small sardines ... Extra virgin olive oil ... Fished in the Mediterranean ... To consume until 2021. ..PREPARED IN BRITTANY ". This box was good because I had only 6 US dollars to change in Kyrgyz currency in Sari-Tash, village without any ATM. I was hungry, I had bread left and these sardines could very well match my bread. As I had two pens I left him the pen and I kept the sardines. Then he asked me for my computer, my phone, a watch etc ... I refused, I gave him my water filter bought 2 euros instead of 4.5 to Mashhad that was broken and I went on my way. I learned much later that it was Tarus, french partner who ware here an hour before me, who gave him this box. Nourkutane seems to do a small business with the cyclists who comes several times a day on this road. The road to Osh, the first big city in the country, was relatively easy. Passing a pass from 2800 to 3600 meters above sea level, there was a long descent of 90 kilometers to 2.2% to fall back to 1600 meters altitude before climbing quickly to 2300 meters to enjoy a new descent of 70 kilometers to 2.1% to Osh. The group of 6 a little scattered (some clung to trucks in the pass to go faster, I was sick) ended up in Osh around well-deserved pizzas and beers in a friendly atmosphere between cycling travelers from everywhere. It was the end of the journey with the \ HELLO <_BIKE> WORLD! Team who then left to join their families in Uzbekistan. I will have spent 18 beautiful days with them. After a good rest I continued the journey with only Tarus and Eric. We continued on the M41 road, until Bazar-Korgon where we bifurcated to take a shortcut that allowed to gain 100 kilometers at the price of crossing a high mountain range. The 51 kilometers from Bazar-Korgon to Arlsanbob on a small, gently sloping road were easy then it was seriously complicated by entering the Arslanbob Forest, which is the largest and oldest walnut forest in the world.