Our car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Well, that's not true. We were drining to the middle of nowhere in order to find a mazaar (holy site). The car overheated, and our driver went down to a nearby farm to ask for water. He came back after a few minutes, but without his water cannister. When we asked him where it was, he said, "It's down there. We're staying here tonight."
We went down to the farm. The family sat us down, fed us. Told us where the spring was so we could wash, laid out bedding in the yard near where they kept the donkey, hung our belongings in a tree, and wished us well when we left the next morning. They didn't ask our names. Didn't ask where we were going, and didn't ask for payment. Oh, and they fixed our car.
This is normal for rural Kyrgyzstan. You don't need to knock at a yurt when you approach it. You just enter, they feed you, and then they ask you where you're going. I put a picture of the farm in the photo album. It was really a beautiful place at sunset.
