July 7, 2013
I had set the alarm just in case as I needed to be at the
agreed-on spot for the trek at 8:30 am. I was up before six anyway and busied
myself right away getting to the intersection at exactly 8:15. Willoughby was
sitting at the bus stop knitting away.
After greeting her, I went into the Narodni nearby and
bought some staples to take with me for what was expected to be a picnic and
for which , we were going to share our purchases. Amanda came by next and we
went in search of fresh flat bread to bring along, which we found after walking
here and there.
Rebecca and Daniel rounded out the group since Luann had
bailed out after learning that the entire cost of the outing would be around
600 soms. When a newish SUV taxi pulled up in front of us to discharge some
passengers, Amanda and I agreed we should approach the driver to see if he was
interested in taking us to the Alar Cha Park and then returning to pick us up.
The driver was game, so we piled up inside and drove past
the cemetery I had visited last Sunday with Kate and then into a beautiful part
of the city where the mountains started their steep climb and a river ran
furiously down the hill. We started to see families out picnicking by the side
of the river and lots of cars heading in the same direction as we were.
We had to paid an admission fee of 650 soms, for the whole
group, so the driver could continue beyond the entrance gate. He dropped us off
in front of hotel/tea house and we agreed to call him two hours before we
wanted to be picked up. Rebecca, Amanda and David wanted to attempt one of the
longer trails while Willoughby and I just wanted to wander around for a bit.
Clouds gathering at the entrance to the Alar Cha Park
We only had about half hour of sunshine before the clouds
came, the temperatures dropped precipitously and then the drizzle started. Willoughby
and I took refuge at a nearby tea house, somebody’s house with a couple of
tables with an umbrella on their dirt front yard. We ordered tea and had some
of our cheese, bread and crackers while listening to the thunder in the
distance.
The rudimentary tea house where we stopped for a rest
Rebecca called about hour an later to inform us it had
started to rain very hard where they were, so they wanted to call the driver
and head back out. I was delighted by the news since I never wanted to spend
the entire day there anyway. I had worn no socks and the frilly shawl I’d taken
with me provided no heat whatsoever, so my hands were freezing as well.
This cutie appeared to be the owner's granddaughter
Willoughby and I managed to make it down to the guesthouse
by the entrance before the rain started again in earnest. We ordered another
pot of tea and inquired about the room prices which ranged from $100.00 to
200.00. She has a girlfriend coming to visit from Germany and thought this might
be a good place to stay at during a visit to the park.
Once the group reunited, Amanda notified us the driver was
already outside waiting. I fell asleep at some point during the ride but woke
up before getting to the main road just as we were passing the president’s
house, a structure that took up about two city books and was surrounded by a
formidable fence and a small army of soldiers.
We each ended up paying 550 soms, or $12.00, for the outing.
Luann was right in considering the cost of the trip prohibitively expense for
the local population and that was why we saw mostly foreigners coming and going.
I said goodbye to everyone and hopped on
the trolley to get home where I took a long nap on the sofa.
Willoughby called to let me know she’d taken a look at my final
report and didn’t consider its tone to be too harsh or whinny. On the other
hand, she felt I was being too modest in listing my achievements and made some specific
recommendations to remedy that. How gracious of her!
Damira called to say she’d come by at 5:30 to take me to her
house for dinner. I had prepared a gift bag with a few things to take to her
family, but when she showed up, she made it clear we were going to a
restaurant, a classy one, but a restaurant nonetheless. I protested vehemently,
as I knew her salary is very low, and caved in only when I insisted on paying
for my own meal.
We walked to the same Kyrgyz restaurant, Tubeteika, I’d had lunch with Jennifer and Natalia the
last time Jennifer came for a visit and stayed at my flat. We had sat outside,
so I hadn’t seen the inside of it. The place looked almost palatial with an
open air feeling, lots of glittering lamps, sofas and artwork.
Two men were playing music in front of what looked like a
dancing floor. We occupied a booth nearby, and I found the music to be too loud
to be able to hold a conversation, but the waiter wouldn’t hear of asking for
the volume to be turned down a bit. He argued that diners at the far end wouldn’t
be able to hear the music then.
The food was unremarkable: a tiny green salad with only two
pieces of lettuce, so just tomatoes and cucumbers, salmon for me with an
insipid caper sauce and fried goat meat and potatoes for Damira.
When it came time to pay, she refused accept my 500 som note
arguing she’d invited me this time. She’d left her cell phone at my house and
had to walk back with me to get it. Evidently, she was on her way to a date as
she had ten missed calls when she got her hands on it and then told he was
already outside waiting for her.
At the end, I found out that Damira, her sister,
brother-in-law and her niece are not living in a flat as she’d said before, but
are building what will eventually be a three bedroom house in the outskirts of
town. Just as in Zarina’s case, right now they only have one bedroom that
doubles as a living room, a bathroom, hallway and kitchen.
She’d felt too embarrassed to take me to this place because
they are basically piled one on top of another. I protested telling her I
really wanted to see how Kyrgyz people lived, but she wasn’t persuaded. Oh,
that Asian face-saving characteristic reared its ugly head once again.
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