Two American girls walk into a bazaar... The bazaars in Bishkek are always fun to shop at, but they are even more interesting because of the trilingual conversations Erica and I often had there. Read on about the Kyrgyz-Russian-English convos in this post.
My 2011 has been quite the adventure with several overseas trips and a couple of big ones here in Australia. In this post, I lay out what has happened in my 2011 travel life. Have a read, and then share yours!
Kyrgyzstan is a country with a unique landscape. It is composed of 94% mountains while the rest of it can sometimes resemble the steppe or even Mars. Here are some photos I took while on a ride out towards Lake Issyk-Kul.
In this post I take a personal journey down the road of things learned about Russian language learning. What words can I just not say right? How much more can I complain about the absurdity that is Russian? You'll have to read to find out!
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.
Communication issues are just an everyday part of travel to countries that don't speak English. There are some moments, some days when you may not want to deal with it. Or, you just might want to be extra, extra, extra sure your meal doesn't come with meat. Whatever it is, you now have a tool that can help you communicate your desires and needs without words!!