Featuring “soft tortillas overstaffed with supper tangy chicken.”
Jeffrey Tayler's fun adventure continues. Now he's in Osh:
"The door swung open and banged against the wall. In sauntered a low-browed thug with a crewcut, in tight-fitting trousers and pointy black shoes, with, on his fat arm, a sloppy-busted, pot bellied Kyrgyz woman whose mascara-smeared eyes and ill-painted lips could only be those of a hooker."
– Page 225 of Murderers in Mausoleums.
For a certain type of person, it’s fun to be completely out of your element – to have nothing but your bags and your wits to get you by. All the better when you’re in a place where, standing on the train platform, you can’t even recognize the script on the signs.
For English speakers there is a decided difference between negotiating, say, Portuguese and Korean, and for that certain type of person, the more foreign the better. It’s part of the allure. If you count yourself among those ranks (even if from your armchair), Slate has a story you’ll enjoy, about Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan.
Kyrgyz Town Goes Without Drinking Water For Two Days – RFERL.org. The water department owes the electric department almost $100,000. Can't pay, don't get thirsty, apparently.
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