At 5am, in a wide open plain on the side of the road, I found myself exiting my taxi to arm wrestle my driver while three of his friends watched on in intense, and not at all amused, fascination. Looking out at the city in the distance, several thoughts passed through my head. Most important was, “they’re going to kill me aren’t they?” but only slightly less prevalent was, “what the hell am I doing here?” Continue reading An American in Kyrgyzstan→
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