I awoke this morning thinking about how much our host had gone through and to for us. The lamb was delicious but strangely for this time, I could not stomach the boiled meat. It smelled too much to the sheep before it was being disemboweled into pots and plates. We went about talking about the update and also what we should be doing regarding the next step out of Osh. It seemed now that it was flying between "ok to go" to "an absolute no-go". Frustrating, yes. Expected, yes.
It was no point complaining. This is part of travel. I will always be thankful to my host for his help and taking us in during our time of need. Again I would say, it's when you're miles away from home that you truly feel the world can be such a small place and you have "families" everywhere you go. As the day heated up to noon, we sat down for a beautiful gruel of rice and lamb. Bless, there was cold yoghurt and cherries! We sat down and talked excitedly about the World Cup in between our lunch. Then there was a knock on the door. At this point I was used to banging going outside of the main gates. Two men, one who spoke exceptional English had came down from Bishkek. He was a journalist. And as customary here, we enquired about each other and the conversation led to my introducing hubby and before we knew it, he offered to help us find a ride to Bishkek. Here is a man, whose family is up in the hills around Osh and with all the worrying going on beyond Jalal-Abad, he was offering to trouble himself for us.
"A rare gem that shines in the face of trouble that blesses those who were blessed in return on their gaze"
It was no point complaining. This is part of travel. I will always be thankful to my host for his help and taking us in during our time of need. Again I would say, it's when you're miles away from home that you truly feel the world can be such a small place and you have "families" everywhere you go. As the day heated up to noon, we sat down for a beautiful gruel of rice and lamb. Bless, there was cold yoghurt and cherries! We sat down and talked excitedly about the World Cup in between our lunch. Then there was a knock on the door. At this point I was used to banging going outside of the main gates. Two men, one who spoke exceptional English had came down from Bishkek. He was a journalist. And as customary here, we enquired about each other and the conversation led to my introducing hubby and before we knew it, he offered to help us find a ride to Bishkek. Here is a man, whose family is up in the hills around Osh and with all the worrying going on beyond Jalal-Abad, he was offering to trouble himself for us.
"A rare gem that shines in the face of trouble that blesses those who were blessed in return on their gaze"
