I’m preparing to leave Bishkek for six weeks, and will actually be on a flight to Istanbul in just a few hours. What better way to say goodbye to Bishkek for the moment, then, than a bit of winter wonderland?
It’s cold and icy and puddly and… somehow still really pretty actually. Statues are topped with a coating of snow, tandoori-oven samsas are even warmer and more delicious than ever, and the city feels like an entirely different place full of new colors and textures.
Of course, I’ve been passing most of the past few days indoors trying to catch up on writing and blogging and photo-editing and all those other computer things I seem to spend so much of my time on. From where I sit, though, the view is vast white blanket of snow upon which perhaps a new chapter of life and work and my place in the world will start to be written once I return here in January.
So, keep an eye out for that.