“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain”
“Mud coats the streets after wet spells… ….bring appropriate footwear” advised my guidebook. They weren’t joking. Emma and I had relocated half a mile or so to cheaper lodgings, waiting for the train east from Atyrau. Looked like we’d been off-roading at Passchendaele.
Sheltering indoors from relentless torrential rain, I’d spent a bit of time studying my rail ticket. Trying to decipher the Cyrillic text, with bit of help from my phrase book. Reckon I’ve berth 010 in carriage 08. Probably time for one last visit to my local hostelry, ’The Guns and Roses’. Don’t believe I’m in Kazakhstan? Then check out their website www.thegunsandroses.com. Feel free to leave a pint behind the bar for me in their Shymkent establishment. Should be there on Sunday evening.
[With thanks to Austin in Tbilisi, Georgia, for the opening quotation]
Tags: Kazakhstan, Silk Roads
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