Dog tired.

Internet dodgy, feeling homesick but probably the after effect of a night in a pub in Bishkek dancing away to help celebrate my colleagues birthday.

On Friday found a little puppy, it was howling outside a house and had an injured leg. I scooped it up in the cloth that I had round my shoulders instead of my missing wrap and then thought now what do you do, you can hardly take it to the nearest vet. I searched for clues as to where it had come from, debated with myself whether to keep it wrapped up but put it in a box, hovered outside the house it seemed most likely to be connected with and was berating myself for being both stupid enough to pick it up and too scared to knock on people's door when a man appeared in the court yard and I said as best as possible something like please, dog and the man seemed to know that it was his dog, wrestled it from the cloth, and took it inside. Whether it will survive or he will have to put it down I do not know but it was so cold and plaintive.

Cold was not a problem in Bishkek we all had far too many clothes on and were sweltering as we pottered round the shops.  But we did have a lovely Japanese style meal out before heading to the pub, where live music was blaring out.Nice to see these young Krygyz playing some good rock.  I quite enjoyed it as it made it seem like an occasion and by the third band, I could not rseist joining some very nice young people bopping at the front, they were both amused but nice about my presence and I really enjoyed just being silly. But it was a late night.

The hostel we stayed in was very cheap, all three of us in one tiny open room, on bunk beds, just separated from the rest of the hostel with a curtain. We had a shared loo and bathroom for everyone, and a rather tatty kitchen, but fine for one night and otherwise staying in Bishkek is just too expensive as we get only a small amount for our expenses here, but headed back to the Ashu fairly early just because I was too tired to do anything else in Bishkek. It is much colder here and I am missing my wrap, my head kindly went back through all the security tapes at the school and I can be seen arriving on the day I lost it, but without it, which helped me remember that I had visited the pharmacist that morning and to my amusement a group of people were stood outside with the boot of the car up and a bottle of vodka and sweets open on the ledge above the boot and they were having an impromptu picnic. They gave me a sweet which gave me great pleasure but it would seem that tired and distracted and ill that I lost the wrap somehow in all these interactions! Sorry Jennie.   She meantime is on a journey much greater than anything I am on, I hope to know more anon, but I will just leave you with that little teaser.