So my stay in Kyrgyzstan is coming to an end in a few days. I have experienced more than I could have imagined and hopefully captured the essence of Kyrgyzstan from the highest of mountain valleys to the green streets of Bishkek.
I have been putting off this post because I don't like farewells. Who does? I have never heard someone say they love goodbyes. I am no different.
I want to thank everyone who has been keeping up with me on my travels, apologize for the lack of post in the last two weeks, but encourage you to stay tuned. I plan and keeping up with this blog after my return home. It was named Jessa's Journal for a reason and even though I will be back in the states my adventures will never end.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
On Tuesday night I had dinner with a Jon Washington, very nice chap that is here visiting his girlfriend. We were supposed to meet at a Turkish restaurant very close to IWPR but right as I was leaving a torrential rain storm attacked Bishkek. I spent the next 30 minutes wandering the streets peeking under my umbrella and ducking under store fronts trying to find the place. I of course wore white shoes that are now brown but nothing a good bleaching can't fix.
Dinner was very pleasant and we chatted about his job, which is awesome! He writes software for texting in Kyrgyz and Kazak because right now there are no cellphones that have T-9 software for those languages. He is freelancing and therefore can work strait from Kyrgyzstan and be with his girl and soon to be fiancee. They are getting married back in the states as soon as the U.S. excepts her visa.
We then walked to the square where a summer dance was being held for the seniors of all the high schools in Bishkek. It looked like prom! After the rain everything smelled clean and fresh, perfect for a night of dancing under the stars.
Dinner was very pleasant and we chatted about his job, which is awesome! He writes software for texting in Kyrgyz and Kazak because right now there are no cellphones that have T-9 software for those languages. He is freelancing and therefore can work strait from Kyrgyzstan and be with his girl and soon to be fiancee. They are getting married back in the states as soon as the U.S. excepts her visa.
We then walked to the square where a summer dance was being held for the seniors of all the high schools in Bishkek. It looked like prom! After the rain everything smelled clean and fresh, perfect for a night of dancing under the stars.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sun!
Saturday and Sunday were filled with sunshine and hot sticky car rides! On the last day in Naryn I hiked up a very steep path to the top of the hills over looking the city. It was great to get out and take my time walking through the hills. At first glance the hills look like they are covered in lush green grass, but actually it is sage! The sweet smell was rising up in the heat and the hills looked so soft you could pet them. I laid down and felt like I was getting a spa treatment, and apparently a sunburn.
That night we took a 4 hour taxi to Issykul and stayed with Aida's in-laws. All day Sunday we just hung out on the beach and then ate some plof before heading back to Bishkek. The car ride was a bit long, especially with my sunburn, but made it back and crashed hard.
That night we took a 4 hour taxi to Issykul and stayed with Aida's in-laws. All day Sunday we just hung out on the beach and then ate some plof before heading back to Bishkek. The car ride was a bit long, especially with my sunburn, but made it back and crashed hard.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Naryn…
is the longest skinniest town I have ever seen. It has one main street that runs about 20 blocks long with a river and high red rock hills on one side and steep green ones on the other. Both are at the foot of snow caped mountains that look like only a days hike away. The air here is quite refreshing in between gusts of dust stirred up by speeding cars. The main street is lined with huge mature trees that look like acorn or some nut tree. Everywhere in Kyrgyzstan they paint the lower six feet of the trunks with white limestone paint, it gives a neat and tidiness to the otherwise quite erratic-looking streets (it also protects the trees from cows that run around much like I would expect they do in India)
is the longest skinniest town I have ever seen. It has one main street that runs about 20 blocks long with a river and high red rock hills on one side and steep green ones on the other. Both are at the foot of snow caped mountains that look like only a days hike away. The air here is quite refreshing in between gusts of dust stirred up by speeding cars. The main street is lined with huge mature trees that look like acorn or some nut tree. Everywhere in Kyrgyzstan they paint the lower six feet of the trunks with white limestone paint, it gives a neat and tidiness to the otherwise quite erratic-looking streets (it also protects the trees from cows that run around much like I would expect they do in India)
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