Nyle and Azat taking measurements.
A rural cemetery.
Champagne for Nyle's birthday.
"Let's go Communism!"
The shores of Issyk-Kul
The thirty day trip was a lot of things: long, uncomfortable, challenging, lonely . . . but it was it was also an amazing experience. I have never traveled outside the country as an adult, so finding myself in a foreign place full of unfamiliar languages was entirely new for me. The language barrier was one of the bigger challenges; even our translator had very limited english speaking abilities. My favorite anecdote from the trip was when Nyle and I found ourselves trying to buy Imodium from the local pharmacy. In order to get it, we needed our student assistant, Azat, to ask the pharmacist in Kyrgyz. We came to an unfortunate roadblock when trying to explain what it was and why we needed it. Diarrhea. It all comes down to diarrhea, and he did not understand. When more eloquent and polite words failed us, we resorted to caveman speak, "have bad liquid poop . . . Need hard poop . . . Solid poop." This was accompanied by an obscene display of charades, all to the embarrassment of poor Azat. He got it . . . eventually.
The broken heart
Jetty-Oguz- "Seven Bulls"
A sliver of fault!
Lake Issyk-Kul, large saltwater lake.
A well-deserved cocktail in Bishkek.
Everyone told me I would get sick when I went to Asia. They were right. I'll spare you the details, but one night looked a lot like this:
After returning home, I learned that I had a parasite. Whoops.