Traveling to Almaty, Kazakhstan was one of the most unusual experiences I’ve ever had in my life. I knew traveling to a post Soviet state as a black man would turn heads, but I never felt more foreign than I did in the 48 hours I spent during my layover here. I will admit, I was a bit nervous when I arrived at Almaty airport. There was something about this country that was a bit frightening. I remember being yelled at by immigration minutes upon arrival. When I handed my passport to the immigration officer, she browsed through my pages and shouted “NO VISA!” with an angry look on her…