Ah, the good life: some warm dung-cooked bread, a hot pot of fresh cow’s-milk salted tea, and a nice lake view from one’s yurt. And for us, to be back where the lingua franca between us and these Kazakhs here (for answering probing questions about Obama vs. Bush vs. Hu Jintao, of course) is Chinese. So with only a few more days in Central Asia left, we’re making the best of them.
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Just like it was for those silk traders of yore, our route through Central Asia hasn’t always been easy. They had to suffer pretty serious inconveniences, like bandits, Sogdians, and months of long days on stinky camels. And recently, we suffered one long day on a hot, stinky bus. If this comparison isn’t apt, well, tell that to Asiman.