Festival of Ustuu-Khuree

We arrived at the festival earlier than most, and the first thing we did was haul a large amount of firewood into camp. It was mostly a music festival, where 50% were Tuvans, and the other 50% were everyone else — Moscow, Krasnoyarsk, and other cities of the Russian Federation. Even Alvon Johnson came to the festival — the "king of the blues" from America, as he was introduced on stage, who on his way to the festival got lost at Sheremetyevo airport, his luggage flew off without him, and in the end it took him a day and a half to get to Kyzyl. Tired, hadn't slept, but he performed like a professional.

Alvon – King of the Blues It took a huge effort to get Alvon to agree to a group photo; Roma and I chased after the busy Johnson for quite a while, but fortunately, our efforts paid off, and here's the result. 

Stone Grandfather The next day, the four of us went to see the Stone Grandfather — Roma, Regina, Pasha, and me. Regina is Irina's daughter, and Pasha is now Regina's husband. They arrived a day later than us, and so there were five of us.