Learning or relearning a language is like a roller coaster. I'm up and then I'm down... and it sometimes isn't easy to see the light! This past week has been especially hard, but I'm back and ready to smash my final week here in Bishkek.
A taxi ride in Kyrgyzstan always ends up making me feel a little self-conscious and worried about my reproductive future. Ha, I know, right?! If only there were a ring on my finger and a bun in the oven, I could finally earn the respect of my taxi drivers.
I have studied many languages now in my time, but I have yet to master any of them. Latin in high school was not about speaking. Italian was learned in college, but I was never good at conversing. Spanish in Guatemala was a small triumph when I found myself booking tours and arguing with people without thinking too hard by the end of it. But Russian...
My arrival into Bishkek caused my blood pressure to rise. It was 3 am, freezing cold, I hadn’t slept a wink on the flight from Istanbul, and still my body was overly aware of the moment we touched down at Manas Airport. It was so cold the air was icy, making it look foggy through my airplane window.
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I bought the Istanbul section of the Turkey Lonely Planet, and have yet to look at it. I booked a hostel for the first night in the city, and I have no idea how to get there. I know when my flights will be landing; I know when they should be departing.
I can't believe it is already the last day of the month of September! October starts tomorrow and that is a time in Australia when more and more individuals find themselves outdoors. But I'm heading out towards the end of the month, on a trip I am both excited and nervous about.
Travelers always talk about how there is a readjustment period when returning home from long-term travel. Sometimes they talk about how roaming the earth can make them feel a bit lost. I can attest to both of these feelings, as I’ve experienced them many times in my travels throughout the years.
I love the idea of speaking in a tongue other than my native one. To be honest, I'm not really good at the whole speaking part because of my shyness, but I keep putting myself in situations that push my boundaries in hopes that it will pay off down the road.
To me, the Victory Monument represented the feel of a former Soviet country. The area, besides being lightly decorated with colorful flags, was rather sparse, stark and concrete laden; it immediately made me think of my brief time in Kiev just before. I walked to the monument on an overcast, cold day in hopes of taking it all in.
When I was fresh and new with just the idea of world travel filling my mind, I ALWAYS had the travel goosebumps. If I read about someone trekking through Nepal or going on safari in Africa, I was just so overwhelmed at the possibilities that I would often get the shivers.