VYZYATKA, HABAR, BAKSHEESH, PAYOLA (or A BRIBE BY ANY OTHER NAME …) “Dokuments, please. Spaceba. You are coming from where? Going to where?” “And how many beers have you had, comrade?” I was ready for the question from the moment that the Kyrgyz policeman first stuck his head through the driver’s side window into the new Russian-made Niva truck. “Beer? I have had no beer, Officer...” It was worth a try, wasn’t it? But the look on his face immediately told me that it just wasn’t going to work. “Oh, Okay. Look, I had one beer with lunch.” “But comrade, you must know that it is illegal in Kyrgyzstan to drink and drive. It is the same in your country, da?” Okay, okay – the bribe was offered, accepted and we were once again our way. Given that we were stopped within 15 minutes after starting on our 12 hour drive SHOULD have given me an indication that it was not going to be an easy trip....