Monday, September 30, 2013

The Darvaza flaming gas crater - OMG. spectacular

                   Our second day of touring and we are heading for the desert to see the gas crater.  This was not on the itinerary the first time I came to Turkmenistan.  As it was apparently an "industrial accident" that happened 40 years ago, when drilling for gas, I wondered why we hadn't come.  Way back in 2006, the roads didn't go that far, or didn't go far enough or weren't good enough or whatever.  Anyway, something new for me and very happy to be viewing it.



                  We are caravaning out into the desert in about 7 4x4 vehicles.  Each car has a driver and 3 tour members.  Our first stop will be in a village away from the city where we will have a typical lunch that the family will prepare for us.  We did this stop in 2006 as well but different village, different family.  Pretty much the same lunch though.   As we pull into the village, we stop a bit before getting there and look around the village a bit, why I have no clue but it was fun.  Some of more intrepid photographers wander off to get shots of camels, old Russian trucks, school buildings, local ladies, local hotshots on motorcycles, and more.  I am trying to learn to be a better photographer so I emulate some of the professionals and spend a lot of time trying to get a good shot of the grill of truck.  that was hard because it involved using my poor arthritic knees to stoop down to get the shot.  I hope the professional shots were much better because I looked at all of my grill shots and wondered why I did that.

               On to the local house.  We pull into the driveway and there is a young girl standing in the doorway of a yurt in a white dress.  This dress is awesome and is probably her best dress for special occasions.  As we had passed a schoolyard full of kids, she was staying home especially for us to recite a welcome poem.  Poor girl was half terrified of all the weird looking strangers piling out of the cars and started reciting a couple of times before her mom let her continue to the end.  Her mom stood to the side to prompt her as needed.  Of course we have absolutely no idea what she said but she was lovely doing it.  Once finished, she was out of the doorway of the yurt and into the house quick as can be and a couple of minutes later exited the house in her school uniform and took off running.  Either she hated being late for school or she had to escape the strangers!





              Our hostess was the matriarch of the family even though grandmother was still in evidence bustling around helping to cook the meal and clean as fires were finished and pots were done.  Two grown daughters helped with the cooking and serving.  We filed into a room with floor seating.   Already some veggies and stuff ready to serve were waiting for us.  Then as everyone took a seat on the floor (except for me as my arthritis doesn't work that way and our tour leader always finds me a chair!  What a guy!) the food starts coming.  We get a broth/soup thing-y with a big hunk of meat on a bone in it along with some noodles.  It was sort of tasty but didn't much care for the meat and bone.  Bread is being passed around as well as the veggies which can be added to the soup.  We also got the traditional plov - a rice dish.

               After eating, we are allowed to have a look around the home compound but while they said we could look in the house, I don't think anyone did.  that's rather invasive.  One of the daughters was busy cooking up donuts in hot oil over the fire while the other daughter was busy rolling them out and cutting them up for the oil.  these are so simple and yet so delicious.  I asked our guide if we could get a scarf tying demonstration as we see the women all over Turkmenistan with scarves on their heads.  Mama was happy to show us and to our surprise, the scarf tying consists of two scarfs that are tied onto the head.  never would have guessed that.

                Almost time to leave but we have a moment to go look at the family's camels.  two young camels that are happy to eat leaves from our hands.  Nice camels.  Then back in the cars and off in our convoy for the water crater first.  I believe that all three of the craters were industrial accidents while trying to drill for gas.  The water crater is around 35 meters deep (from the top to the water) but honestly I'm guessing at the depth.  We were told but I sure don't remember.  There are gas bubbles escaping from the water so you see some blurbs as you stand there.  Unfortunately, people have thrown in a lot of plastic bottles so there is a debris line crossing the water.  We threw in some rocks just to see how deep it was and listen to them kerplunk.

               Back in the cars and off to the mud crater.  This crater seems to be about the same depth but instead of a deep pool of water, there is a layer of mud across the bottom.  there were about 3 or 4 pockets where the mud was on fire.  Both of these craters are unstable so you must be careful where you walk and not get too close.  That said, we all climbed over the rope barriers and got as close as we dared.  Our guide seemed to know where not to walk so he would warn us, we'd stay away from that spot and peer down into the pits for photos.  Plus the sun was going down so there were some great shadows displayed on the walls of the craters.

              Finally it is back into the cars and off for the last crater.  We turn off the main road and head up over some dunes and hills.  Argentina climbs out of the window and sits on the edge of the car as we drive up the hills, photographing all the way.  What a character.  I was watching as we were in the car behind him and I'm thinking, "I could do that, totally!" and then I didn't.  Dang it hurts getting old and not so limber!

               The cars in front of us are stopping and by the time our car had stopped, the first two cars were unloaded and one of the group members was halfway down the slope heading towards a large hole in the ground.  I somehow was expecting leaping flames to come shooting out of the ground but what I saw was a deceptive hole that had a rosy glow and heat waves shimmering off of it.  By the time I got out of the car, the first members of the group were almost to the hole and they had become very, very, very small.  The hole in the ground was immense, huge, enormous, large, gigantic.  Now we are all out of the cars and walking rapidly towards the hole where it gets warmer as we get closer and more magnificent and awesome.  The flames are not leaping out of the hole but the hole is so deep that the flames are leaping inside of the hole, on all sides, and down into the middle of the crater.  We are warned to stay several feet away as the crater is growing and parts of it slide off into the crater every year.  Wow oh Wow!









              Cameras are snapping like crazy, videos being filmed, walking around the crater, watching the flames, feeling the heat, watching the heat haze shimmer.  OMG.  what a spectacle.  There are more than a few people who came on this tour just to see this and it's well worth it.  The cars have left and driven about 1/2 mile or more away to set up our camp for the night (I brought a blow up mattress for my arthritis) but we are all standing here watching the flames and talking and enjoying this "industrial accident" so very much.  There are two hills and our guide points to the one on the right which has a clearly defined path leading to the summit.  He says we can oversea the crater from there so a bunch of us start climbing to the top of this hill.  It gives us a great view of the crater and the valley around it, our camp in the distance, and more hills and such.  Sunset is minutes away so after snapping a bunch of photos on top of the hill, I go back down to the crater and walk to the opposite side so I can get the sunset.  really wonderful.

             My roommate, Vancouver, and I start for the camp finally and pick a tent and I blow up my mattress along with some help from the youngest member of the group who is a swimmer and runner so she had a lot more hot air than me!  We picked a tent on the end so we can circle around it in the middle of the night and not have to go too terribly far for the call of nature.  As Vancouver and I are both in our sixties, we know there will be several night time trips to the "outhouse".

           The drivers are busy cooking our dinner of kebabs and chicken and potatoes and soon it is ready for a sit down on the sand.  Luckily I can take the end and stretch out my arthritic legs and not have to worry about them cramping at the moment.  We enjoy the dinner and the company and as the last kebabs are tucked away into tummies and the temperature drops a bit, most of us grab our flashlights and start walking back to the crater which is now a wonderful glow coming from the hole.  Certainly not hard to find in the dark.  And our tour leader has very wisely placed a blinky light on top of his tent so we can find our way back to the tents.

            Almost the entire group has gathered at the crater.  We are all snapping away again and videoing again like we haven't taken any photos at all yet.  it's just magnificent and each time you look at it, the scene changes as the fires flicker and waver and flare.  Argentina has his tripod and he is a master at running around to create effects and then jumps into the photos himself as well.  We are having a laughing good time while he is working on the photos and creations and jumping around in the darkness and the light from the fires.  The couple from Australia have also gotten engaged!  What a night.  They were standing off to the side in the darkness and he proposed.  She was so excited when they came back to join the group and as luck would have it this time, one of the other members noticed something special happening and turned his camera to the happy couple just as he dropped to his knee and popped the question.  What fun indeed.

           We spent a couple of happy hours cavorting around the gas crater like it was our own personal "mouth of hell" playground.  It was just so impressive and wonderful.  And again, it's been burning for 40 years!.  Finally, I really had to head back to the camp because I was pretty dead on my feet and could have been in danger of landing in the crater if I stayed there much longer.  My roommate, Vancouver, and I started back and zeroed in on the blinky light.  Back at the camp, we strolled out behind our tent, far enough I hope, to be discrete while we took care of our business then clambered into our tent.  My mattress had me about 8" above my roommate.  thank goodness we were on level ground so she wasn't in danger of me falling off onto her and smushing her.   The rest of the group strolled in from the crater at various times and there was someone outside having a party until around 2 a.m. before the entire group got into their tents and got quiet.   What a night.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

White City of the Desert grows

Our first day as a group.  there were still people arriving well into the morning to join our group.  This tour consists of people from: Argentina, U.S.A., Canada, Australia, France, Belgium but many of them live in Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Beijing.  One thing about Koryo tours, the people are always well traveled, knowledgeable, curious, willing and able to go to odd places, and love it all.  I feel like I am an extensive traveler but being around any Koryo Tours group of travelers, and I feel like a piker.  Even with well over 100 countries to my passports (with and without the Traveler's Century Club listings), I am way below the number of countries that some of these people have visited.  Inspires me to keep going!

Our program for today, Sunday, is to visit the Tolkuchka Bazaar, the Hippodrome, have lunch, then a tour of the city to include the major monuments and driving by the more interesting buildings - stopping when possible
.  First the Hippodrome which I did not visit on my last trip to Turkmenistan.

    There is no gambling here, or at least none that is recognized as legal and such.  I would imagine there is some friendly wagering going on somewhere.  The horses racing are Ahal Teke horses, one of three pure blood lines of horse left in the world - so we were told.  The pure bloodlines are Ahal Teke, Arabian, and one of the English draft horses but our guide didn't know which one.  how wonderful.  Ahal is a region of Turkmenistan and was also the name of the strongest tribe of olden days, as I understood it.  I am telling my narrative based on what the guide says and what people around me say so I'm willing to go on faith here and believe that the Ahal Teke horses are as pure as they come these days.  They certainly are beautiful.

We arrive at the Hippodrome and head into the stands.  There is a large contingent of students seated in front of us.  There are two rows of seats pretty much in the middle of this island of perfectly dressed young men and women and we climb into those seats.  The female students are all wearing traditional red dresses with the embroidered neck piece.  The young men are in white shirts with a traditional hat.  don't know why they are here or what exactly they are doing but the headmaster continually moves them around and sits them here and there for photos and for interviews
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the horses are at the far end of the track in a paddock loosening up before the race.  one by one they enter the track and canter past us then turn around and go back the same way before heading to the rear of the track to get into the gate.  They're off before I even realized they were all in the gate.  I was too busy watching the boys and girls.  They come charging around the corner and race past us with the camera trucks inside the rail and a large screen billboard directly across from us.  We are almost seated at the finish line.  #6 wins the first race.  As the jockey turns to come back to the winner's circle which is in front of us, two traditionally dressed men step onto the track to lead the horse back.  They are in high black boots, the white woolly hats, red jackets and tight pants.  yum.  This racing is about the horse though, not the jockey.  As soon as the jockey gets to the winner's track, he dismounts, takes his saddle and goes to weigh in and never do we see him again.  The horse parades around the winner's track for a bit and then into the circle where a couple of men with long black dusters, woolly hats and long beards come to present the horse with the winner's - wait for it - Turkmen Carpet!  very proud of these carpets they are.  The horse gets to wear the carpet back to the paddock.

we watch another race but a good many of us are watching the young men and women much more than the race and it is time for us to leave as we do have a full schedule today.  So off we go from the Hippodrome and the horses.  We will get to see some more later, much closer.  

Tolkuchka Bazaar - ah, what can I say
.  In 2006, the bazaar was out in the desert, several miles out of town, crowded, busy, exuberant, noisy, hot, dusty, vibrant, exciting, exotic, amazing, and fun.  everything was sold there including cars, goats, sheep, camels, blankets, rugs, dresses and clothes, food, meat, takeaway, appliances, furniture and more.  moving through that market, vendors yelled at you to come take and look and see their wares.  I know we spent a lot of time with a carpet vendor at that market and I purchased two Turkmen rugs that I still have and love and only paid roughly $300 total.  Now the market has moved and upgraded itself so that the vendors are more protected.  sunshade, concrete slabs, out of the weather and it is so much more wonderful for them.  I hated it.  All the excitement that made the earlier one so interesting was gone, gone, gone.  I am being selfish and I know it but the old market was just so much more "foreign" and wonderful and fabulous.  I felt here that I was in an outdoor outlet mall with just a few things that I might not find quite so readily at home.  I tried to find the wonderfully embroidered neck pieces for dresses and failed.  The camels are not being loaded by cranes anymore.  Didn't find any takeaway as it took a long time to walk between buildings.  and no one haggled for carpets.  we were told that it wasn't good to buy carpets here now but that we'd go to the house of the man whom they used to recommend we buy carpets - the same fellow that I bargained with in 2006 in the old market.  Oh well.  I did want to return to see what had changed.  this has really changed.  

Time for lunch and then we're off on the bus to see the city.  This is a pristine city with women sweeping the streets, trucks moving up and down watering the trees and plants (it is a desert), buildings made of white marble, golden statues, lovely avenues
.  In short, a beautiful city that bakes in the sun.  There are many more ministerial buildings and government buildings than years ago plus they kept on with the marble and golden motif.  some buildings are not photograph-able as that is forbidden such as the presidential palace.  other buildings are just too large and grand to get into one photo.  some of the more interesting buildings:  the ministry of gas shaped like a Zippo lighter, the ministry of dentistry shaped like a rear molar, the ministry of health has a giant spike coming from the top which is representative of a syringe giving an injection.  the imagination of the architects seem to know no bounds.  beautiful buildings.  

We stop to see the "3 legs" monument.  This monument I remember being in a different place.  it is called "3 legs" because it is supported by 3 columns.  Previously the golden statue of the first president on top revolved to face the sun.  Now it is further out of town, in a wonderful park made for it, the statue doesn't revolve, and there is an honor guard at attention at the base.  We were able to go up to the observation platform for a look see of the city with is hazy with pollution.  There are trees surrounding the city but many have died in such a desert environment.  Yet they keep planting more and more trees to help the city.  doesn't appear to be working.

Next a stop at the Independence Monument which has wonderful statues surrounding it.  These statues are the founding fathers of Turkmenistan or the founding warriors or the poets and learned men who made this country way back when.  And as with most parks and monuments, there are huge water features and fountains.  In this desert country, it appears that water is one thing they have in abundance as there are fountains and pools just about whenever one turns
.  Water cascades down the sides of this monument.  Doesn't really help the heat though as we walk about taking photos of the different statues and views.  the heat drains me.  

couple of more stops, one to the "40 legs" monument which is a monument of 10 Ahal Teke horses (40 legs) which hasn't moved since I last saw it but seems to be different as the area around it has changed.  To get around Ashgabat, one can flag down a car and ask to be taken to anywhere for about 4 Manat (local currency) or about $2 (not quite).  The driver will say yes or no and off you go.  If you aren't in a full car, the driver might also stop for other people standing beside the road and waving for a taxi.  One way to get to the monuments is to ask for them by the number of "legs".  Last time I was here, a friend and I got a driver to take us to the "40 legs" monument of the horses.  Thus the system works.

I enjoy looking at the statues and horses and such.  there were also about 40 birds perched on the horse statues though too.  the birds did not have such a great respect for these magnificent Ahal Teke horses.    And our last stop was the Earthquake Monument.  This is close to the Presidential Palace and one of our group members was snapping away (although he is a much better photographer than just to say "snapping") when the guard at the Presidential Palace saw him and yelled and ran over to the group, made him show the guard the photos and made him delete the 4 that included the Presidential Palace
.  Not sure why such photos are not allowed as the palace is in their coffee table books for sale.  anyway, none of us have photos of the Presidential Palace now except for some rushed ones out the bus window.

Back to our rooms and my roommate and I thought we'd rest for a bit and then have a wander downstairs, see who was there, and join them for dinner.  the resting part went well, the wander downstairs worked but nobody was to be found.  We went in the direction that we thought was the restaurant but we couldn't find it or anyone else so finally went into the City Pub restaurant where we were the only patrons.  Had a small dinner, stopped at the grocery for some water, and back to the room where we had our second night on the hardest beds ever to show up in a hotel.  Knew it meant climbing out of bed in the morning barely able to move so I found a comforter to put under my knees to help.  semi-ok sleeping after that.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Return to Turkmenistan

My second trip here.  I don't know why that seems so important to me for people to know that.   Guess I must like being well traveled and know something that others possibly don't.  So off I am to Istanbul where I have a long layover.  Gatwick was not spectacular as when I walked into the business class lounge, she immediately sent me downstairs to a different lounge.  No one was at the door so I went in and started getting some snacks.  Just as I was getting my second dish as they had nothing but tiny bowls and I wanted some cheese, a lady asks me for my "card". opps.  This lounge was a card lounge for people who have paid to get a card to get into the lounge.  I argue with her as I tell her the lounge upstairs is closed (that's what the lady said when she sent me downstairs) and I was told to come here.  The downstairs lounge lady is having none of it but to her credit, she says I will take you upstairs.  So I get my bag and leave my food and up we go, back where I was, and she  goes to the desk and tells that lady that I am a business class passenger and should be allowed into this lounge.

Well, what a difference now.  The business class lounge lady is all apologetic and takes my boarding pass and apologizes profusely for sending me downstairs all the while exclaiming that she thought I was a "card" person and not a business class person, as if a "card" person is not as good.  geez.  Do I look like I am poor and not able to buy a business class ticket or perhaps I look shady and will buy a card to get into a lounge, any lounge, rather than sit out in the main airport with the masses???  Hard to tell but now I am in and the lounge is quite nice.  They have just reopened it and there are food stations everywhere with drink corners everywhere and internet passwords everywhere as well.  I find a drink but am not hungry so I just sit down in front of a flight board and read and email my hubby.  And then off to Istanbul and into their lounge as I have nothing I need or want at any of the shops.

My flight doesn't leave until 1 a.m. but as I am sitting there, I realize it is 12:10 a.m. and then 12:20 a.m. and my flight has not come up on the board.  Then I think that possibly it is on a board out in the main section so I'd better start walking.    At 12:30 I am leaving the lounge when my flight comes up on the board at gate 504 which is a ways to go.  But as I am nearing my destination, I can see a large group of people in front of me and it appears that they are in front of gate 503 but I can see then that they are being blocked and are being let into the area around 504 just a few at a time and there also appears to be a lot of people shouting and running around and the officials are going through bags and carry-ons of the Turkmens.  Gosh I had forgotten how boisterous and loud and pushy and colorful the Turkmens are. 

I get in the queue but the trick to being in a Turkmen queue is to just keep inching your way forward.  You don't have to stay behind the same person,  just keep inching.  They are running in and out of the line and each time someone leaves the line, I inch forward a bit more until they come back and find me in their spot and then they inch into the line. A man approaches me and asks me to carry something on board for him.  Excuse me but while the business class lounge workers may think I am a yokel and not worthy of their lounge, I was not born yesterday and I am not carrying anything on board for anyone.

Before I have gotten to the front of the line, a woman pushes past me and yells at the guy holding up the queue.  He tells her something and suddenly a bunch of people are going around the queue and in the other side.  The lady standing next to me is kind and tells me that the new fast line is for transit passengers of which I am one so I get in right away and also meet the lady from Amsterdam whom is traveling into Turkmenistan on the same flight.  It now only takes us a few minutes to get checked into the area and we go past the people who are still wrapping up packages and getting them unwrapped by the officials and so forth.  But that just puts us on a bus which eventually goes out to the plane.  Amsterdam and I talk and she thinks I have just come with my carry-on bag but we assure each other that we have checked luggage.

Onto the plane and the business class seats are much smaller.  The Turkmens are crowding on board and the women in their colorful dresses and bright headscarves are yelling down the aisle whenever anyone takes too long putting away their luggage.  The men are barely smiling but I see several that have the solid line of gold teeth across the front.  What a colorful country.

Finally we are off and I try to sleep for most of the flight and get a bit of sleep.  We are late landing as we were late leaving but once we are down, people are up and getting stuff out of the bins before we have left the runway so they get yelled at and sit back down.  Once we are parked, they are up and pushing to get into the front of the plane and get off but I am good at blocking. 

We pile off the plane and have to climb steps, walk down along corridor, down steps and into the area which I recognize from before but they have expanded.  Before, I believe there was one common area for foreigners and nationals alike.  This time, the foreigners went to the left and the nationals to the right.  Since I was close to the front, I went right to the cashier to pay my entry fee and also I had my visa.  Then back to the immigration officer with my passport and visa and he looked at the receipt for my entry fee and he stamps me into the country.

I go to the baggage claim area and nothing is happening, not even a squeak.  Several times, men open the door and look in but nothing.  I notice that the columns are marked 3 and 4 whereas last time, all the luggage came into this room and it was a mess.  I'm thinking that it makes much more sense for them to deliver the luggage to the nationals side of things and as no nationals are coming into our side, I'm thinking gotta figure out a way to get to the other side.    Somebody with the language skills asks and he directs him to the other side which means we pass by the customs exit and then into a room exactly like ours with 1 and 2 on the columns and I see my bag sitting on the belt.  yea.  My bag made it.  Last time I was here, there was one flight a week from Beijing and one lady 's bag didn’t make it.  She picked it up in Beijing on her way home. 

I go ahead and exit rather than waiting for Amsterdam and I should have waited.  As I exit customs, I pass by a lot of men offering taxi service but I see a man with our names on it and go wait with him but he doesn't speak much English or won't admit that he does

In a few minutes Amsterdam comes out of the area but she does not have a suitcase with her and she comes up to me and said she went to the wrong side (the national side) and when she got to the front of the line, they told her she had to go to the other side so that made her last plus she didn't have a visa yet and had to get a visa which is an extra step.  I ask her where her bag is and she doesn't know because she thought it would be out here.  She never saw the entrance into the other side of the hall, past the customs officers and just exited.  Luckily, for once, the customs people must have this happen more often than not so they let her back into the area to retrieve her bag.  She comes out again in a bit.

To the hotel through a  bright and sun shining Ashgabat which looks familiar.  If anything, there are more buildings of the white marble.  I see Independence Square which looks the same but I cannot see any of the other statues that were so famously identified with the Turkmenbasy in 2006.  We get to the hotel before long and check in.  The lady tells us that breakfast is being served so I dash up to my room to change shirts and clean up a bit before meeting Amsterdam for breakfast where she is eating with a man from Argentina who might be on our trip.  I don't have a complete list of participants.  I thought Amsterdam wanted to go out right away but she says she needs to sleep for awhile so back to the room for a shower and some rest.

I did this for awhile and then got really sleepy too.  Usually I do not take a rest when I arrive somewhere as it really makes you more tired but not having any luck so fell asleep.  get a phone call to the room around 11 and it's Simon, our leader with Koryo Tours and my roommate has arrived.  There is only one key so she is coming up.  she's from Vancouver and so that's what I'll call her in this missive. 

It's very good to see her even though we only spent about 5 or 6 days together in total on another trip years ago to DPRK and China and Vladivostok.  She has the magic code for the internet and I am able to log in and get a facebook posted because I like to do check ins so my friends know i am somewhere exotic.  Able to get an email off to my hubby too but that's about it.  she freshens up a bit and ten we go out because I need to get some Manet, the local currency and we both need to get some water.

the hotel clerk tells us the bank is across the street but to go around to the back.  It's a big magnificent bank building and what looks like an ATM at the front but we dutifully go around the back which means walking into an alley which looks a parking lot but there is an open door and we head towards it and it is an exchange office.  I go in and exchange a couple of hundred which I’m sure will be diddled away in drinks and tips and meals. 

Next we are going to head towards the Russian bazaar and get some water but we got distracted by the park.  it has a lovely water feature right down the middle of the park with bridges over the water and then statues every 30 yards or so of some of their founding father kind of people.  we walk up one side, stopping to take photos of each statue and then Vancouver spots a couple of people that were on the flight with her, from Australia, who  come over to meet me and we then cross the bridge and head back towards the Russian bazaar.  Luckily I do remember how to get there.  It is bustling as usual and we walk in and get some photos and then find some water after we have been stopped by a date block vendor.  Not exactly sure what it is, involves dates, but sort of like maybe a date syrup that has been pressed into a block.  You need a knife to cut anything off of it to eat it.  Then some water and we are managing to get some change as we go.  a few people let me take their photos but more people are saying no which I respect.  We figure we need a knife of some kind to cut the date block and Vancouver has also purchased some lemons for her throat.  It is quite hot and I don't think I brought sun tan lotion so we hit various shops and booths until we find both.  I'm a bit hungry so it's off to the British Pub which is the only place I know around here to eat and drink.  The Aussies were already there with their first brew and some ciggies so we sat at the table next to them.  Vancouver rushes over to give them a taste of the date block but no sooner does Aussie get it in her mouth that they look at the block and see worms wriggling on the surface!  ewwww. 


I have Russian dumplings and Vancouver has an omelet and we sit for a long time talking and catching up.  She finally says she needs a couple of hours sleep before dinner.  It is 32C outside and feels every bit at least that hot!  We head back to our cool room which luckily has a working AC.  Tonight we will meet the group for dinner