A Bishkek Laundrette

One of my more memorable forays in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, was to go have my laundry done at a local laundromat. Rather hard to find, the entrance was around the back of a decaying fifties-era Soviet wreak of a building. Here was the laundry collection room we were directed to, on the second floor. (Note the Dutch tourist in the background).


View of the rear of the building. At nightfall, gusts of steam shoot up like spectral geysers from vents in the asphalt.