In a little Bishkek bubble.

So I flew back out on Monday, but arrived on Tuesday.Owing to the late departure of my Pegasus flight from Stansted I was still in the air when due to be boarding my next flight. (They had us standing in a last call queue for over half an hour with no explanation, during which one one could have been buying books, food, Euros or discussing the problems which the unexplained delay may cause had I twigged how close the turn around was. ) I rushed round Istanbul airport like a loony and managed to catch the plane to Bishkek, about the only Western European on board, but my bag did not.  So I decided to crash out in Bishkek to see if the bag turned up today, which luckily it did. In truth, as I am coughing like mad, had such a sore throat whilst en route I felt very ill, am still recovering from jet lag in now both directions,  it is just as well as  I was only capable of lying in front of the TV, listening to the weather forecast in America and falling asleep.  A bit of a waste of time in Bishkek perhaps but necessary.  I am now back in the Ashu with sporadic internet, so just want to thank everyone for my memorable Christmas, everyone that is except for property solicitors who I am now feeling seem to be a very nasty bunch, so thank you to everyone but them, it was lovely to catch up with everyone. I am sure that the next five months will go quickly so see you all soon.