Story Time!

Last night all us volunteers went to The Metro which is a really nice restaurant in the heart of Bishkek. I got the grilled trout and it was the best damn thing I have had in Kyrgyzstan yet! Salivation Station! It was 180 som (oto kumbat eken!) but it was worth it! To give you an idea of how much that is a gamburger (like a hamburger but with a g and un-disgusting meat like they have in the states aka: not that disgusting) is 15 som and we're in Bishkek. Things are more expensive in big cities. After dinner half the people went to a bar and half of the people went back to the hotel and I wanted to go to the bar but I was with (unbeknownst to me) the group going to the hotel. The others were allus away and were walking so I ran after them and lost them. Perhaps the consumtion of alcahol (arak ichem) had something to do with that. So I didn't know where the bar was and had a faint idea of what it was called. So I took a cab around for about half an hour and told him what I thought the name of the bar was which he didn't know. Throughout our drive we stopped to pick up some nice Bishkek whores but I said I wouldn't have any part in it. We finally found the bar on a stroke of sheer luck because I saw my friends drinking. The bar didn't have the name that I thought, it had a completely different one, and my friend informed me later that the name i thought it was was actually what Americans called it. I wasn't aware there was a difference. A story to tell the grandkids.