This last Monday was a national holiday, so no school! The Peace Corps organised a trip to an ice rink, but I didn’t fancy spending any of the day in busses, as the weather was the nicest we have had yet.
So, “billy-no-mates” that I am, I went hiking by myself in the hills behind our town. I had the goal of finally scaling the mountain that looms over us. “Loom” might be a bit strong, “look down on us with contempt” is closer. After I finally summited after 2 hours of uphill slog, surrounded by fields of wild flowers, I spent an hour reading under the welcome shade of a still blossoming apple tree. Looking north, the steppe in all its flat, boring glory, extended to the horizon, and indeed it is possible to see the curvature of the earth. To the south, the still snow-capped
I really hope I am sent to a mountain village, as I think craziness will surely follow a few months spent living on the steppe. Not simply the fact that I will miss hiking, and the freedom and tranquillity it allows, but just the variety that mountains offer to the landscape, and therefore daily life.
Due to the limited access I have to the internet, and the length of time it takes me to sort through my photos, it is proving hard to not only update this blog on time, but also to upload photos that correlate to the recent posts. Unless I find myself with both more time and better internet at my permanent site, this is unlikely to change, sorry.
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