Before and after Tamerlane’s Terror.
Coming to you today from lovely downtown Osh, Kyrgyzstan. And it may well be lovely. I however have been enjoying it from my guesthouse sick bed. You are familiar with Delhi Belly and Montezuma’s Revenge…well, I (and now Scott and Teresa) appear to have the Central Asian version…trying to name it…how about Tamerlane’s Terror?
So far Teresa and Scott seem to have the lighter version of Tamerlane’s Terror…could be something to do with age I reluctantly suppose. They’ve been eating more freely of all of the foods offered, which have for the most part been natural and fresh, but since we Americans must consume a certain amount of preservatives each day maybe all this fresh stuff is an issue? Which is why I recommend a certain amount of Fritos or Cheetos or Twinkies every day.
This has been a great journey until yesterday and will continue to be again by day after tomorrow. Every trip needs a mid-time ‘joy of travel’ correction or we’d simply all abandon our regular lives and live out on the open road.
So…when I return brilliant posts about this trip (you know, sights and sounds and tastes and talks) will be forthcoming. However for right now this short post on Kyrgyzstan must suffice because I’m still feeling offish. Although the miracle drug Cipro is making great progress. There was a double whammy involved for me since not only did the usual unpleasantness of eliminating every drop of one’s bodily fluids through all orifices (well, actually my ears were exempt) appear but lucky coffee-addict me had the accompanying delight of a severe caffeine withdrawal headache. All is well now however. I’ve managed a shower without falling over and eaten a banana…life back on track. Teresa and Scott are sleeping off their, hopefully, short version and we continue on with the perfect Ralph Waldo Emerson quote, “It’s not the Destination, It’s the journey.”