The Osh Bazaar in the capital Bishkek was a hive of activity. Endless arrays of fruit and vegetables, clothes and mops, electrical components and everything else the locals could want were on offer. It also had a contingent of policemen, two of whom were watching me, though I didn’t know it at the time. After watching me sample - and be dramatically repulsed by - a cup of Kyrgyzstan’s national drink, kumis (fermented mare's milk), they moved in and pounced... keep reading