Back to Bishkek

I am sitting in a boiling hot flat in Bishkek, all on my own.  From the outside despite the play area it looked a bit bleak and the stairwell was very British council property dark and unwelcoming but inside it is all underfloor heating, wood floor and nice size rooms so I feel very luxurious.

 I know these days that things will both happen and not happen and just to go with it. When it was mentioned several weeks ago that our sister school was opening (originally in November) and that we should go, I kind of had the feeling that if this was important it would happen.  But at the beginning of this week my boss still did not know how.  She also said that she was not able to go.  But bit by bit things have happened and so far I have got as far as Bishkek. My understanding when I got on the bus was that I would be staying in the flat of the owner of the Ashu, so I thought I was staying with him and his family, but when I found the place no one was here, so unable to get in phone I rang his son who said have not you got the key.  Key?   Turns out I am staying in his Dad's flat, but that he does not live here, so his daughter rushed over with said key. . And although I was going down with the owner of the Ashu and we were going to leave very early in the morning, , I am now not, and although I was staying with my colleague I am now not.  Here you just have to go with it will  happen, but not in the way I expected or at times is the most convenient, but just go with it. Meanwhile I am enjoying a night in watching music videos and catching up on the news.

Just did two classes today, paper work in the morning, packing and tidying up.  When I went to teach English for some reason the dance teacher was with the students but I asked if I could take advantage of this and get her to explain some of the things that they were getting incorrect, so we did a shared lesson, which was nice.   We still do not have access to the music but again have to have faith that it will happen,, now just need to get all the kids to either know their words or have something suitable to come out of their mouth and we will be okay. Then it is home for the New Year.  Meanwhile more of the decorations in school, this is not a Christmas Tree, it is a New Year tree!