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... some lovely people through it.
We have just 2 more weeks at work before we have a week off and are heading to the mountains to have a go at skiing. Neither of us has been skiing before - so should be fun - we'll report on how it goes and on anything we end up breaking in our January blog!
Have a fantastic Christmas, a cool yule, a yeni yilniz kutlu olsun and a very happy new year too!
Love and best wishes
Graham and Sarah
I have not been able to explain how strange Qazaqstan, Kyrgyzstan, and Özbekistan were. I had travelled through the dramatic transitions from super-futuristic Astana to the nuclear-facility-mountains to the giant Soviet wreck of Bishkek to the resorts of Lake Issuk to the tense Ferğana Valley to the Afghan border to the historic Silk Road cities and to the truly post-apocalyptic former shore of the former Aral Sea. ...
... hadn't seen a shower in over 24 hours, with most of those spent on planes and sitting around in airports, we were very motivated to shower and freshen up! Our guide took us on a walking tour around the area, pointing out several monuments and buildings along the way... if in doubt, it was most likely built in the 4th century and has been renovated or rebuild several times since!
The Blue Mosque really has to be seen to be appreciated. It's enormous when ...
... for a little bit.
From there we stopped off at a beach surrounded by mountains before heading into the forrest for our last stop of the day. In the forrest we had Turkish tea and “pancakes”. A Turkish pancake is nothing like an American pancake, it was filled with spinach and some other things and reminded me of the spinach pie my great grandma would make at soup nights.
The tour was great and we are glad we did it. It took us to a part ...
... a great chance to ask my waiter what the muezzin (singer) was saying. I called him over. “I have a question.” “Yes?” “What is he saying?” “That’s the Suleyman Mosque.” “No. I know that. The sound, what?” “Ah, Suleyman.” “No.” Waiter calls over a friend. I point to my ear. “What am I hearing? Can you translate?” They speak to each other in Turkish, and the friend pulls out an ...