It is very wet so my new umbrella has been exposed to the elements. Most of the day I have been happy to just potter at home, trying to tidy up my room and I will do some preparatory work later. I finished The Last Runaway by Tracy Chevalier last night and I am trying to resist the desire to plough straight into one of the books I have been left and get some work done. However, the weekend has been made most enjoyable by two visiting Americans who live in Bishkek, giving me lots of useful information for when I finally get back there.
One of the Americans works in a Kyrgyz orphanage, apparently there are quite a lot of orphans here, much to my surprise (people are often so family orientated and the population tiny) and it has been a real calling for her to come over and work here. Hopefully I might find out more the longer I live here.
The potato harvest is brought in just before the skies open.
Hopefully you can just about see that we are in the clouds and that the snow has covered the tops of the mountains behind my room.
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