The tradition is that when you have special guests you prepare the finest food for them, so a sheep is slaughtered and the most famous Kyrgyz meal is made: Beshbarmak. My new colleague, who will work at the Foundation's fourth school today so it was partly in her honour, that this animal became dinner but we also have the Japanese Ambassador here and he was not put off by having a sheep's head for dinner, which is just as well as my new colleague is a vegetarian.
Spent most of the day chilling and chatting with her and my other colleagues which is a bit worrying as I should have been lots of preparations because the rest of the week is going to be very busy Never mind hopefully it will get done somehow. Much to my amusement one of the women who work here said that she thought if I dyed my hair and had it cut short I would look a lot younger. I begged to differ suffice it to say, but do think it is funny.
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| Dinner have a last sleep in the sun, before the real last sleep. |
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| Colleagues, Beskbarmak, vodka and toasts of welcome. |
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