Okay, that sounds like I'm dying or about to leave Bishkek. Regardless -
The weather is a safely innocuous place to start, if you can call six inches of snow innocuous. It's a been a freezing fortnight. I routinely walk to school in the dark, upon sidewalks with the shape and texture of a bowling ball, while my nose hairs freeze and my bazaar-bought boots leak a little ice-water. The first step from the padyest involves a coughing fit as my lungs seize up in -19 Celsius.
School is reasonably warm, however, and the apartment fluctuates between lukewarm and toastywarm. That is a true blessing, given the frequent electricity and gas outages.
Here's a brief overview of my weekly schedule: School, school, English conversation club, school, Bible study, school school school, drama auditions, SRC meetings, church, school school school. Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, school. Good thing I really enjoy school.
There's an exciting event on the horizon. I'm going to Thailand for ten days over Christmas to visit my sister and parents, taking only t-shirts and sandals (and related clothing) and a bag full of gifts, leaving an ice-bound city in my wake. This is a happy-making thought indeed.
There. Consider my blog kickstarted. I'll try to write something more lively this week. In the meantime, here's a picture of me and my new flatmate (also colleague), taken on Twin Day. Note lens-less glasses and Germanic hairdo, both courtesy of said flatmate.