I left in the morning with Nazik and did a bit of blah before meeting up with Aima again. I needed to buy a present for my girlfriend’s birthday, and I wanted to get something exceptionally cool and Kyrgyz-Rhymes-With-Burgers. Aima helped me out, and in typically boy-buying-things style I had found the perfect gift within minutes. We headed over to the post office to send it on it’s way to Oz Land, only to discover that it would cost more to send that the damn thing cost to buy in the first place – and that it would take a month to get there, making me look like the worst boyfriend ever. Oh well, at least I tried.
After that we had a mooch around Osh Bazaar, the big-assed market on the western side of the city and I got to see Bishkek in action. I managed to get myself a few bits and bobs that would keep The Odyssey on the straight and narrow. It seemed like a exceptionally sedate, calm and – dare I say it – somewhat lifeless city, which made what happened just a few days later even more unexpected.
Nazik’s mum was taken ill (get well soon!), so not wanting to be a nuisance I grabbed my bags from her flat and set out to find somewhere else to stay. Luckily for me, Aima offered to let me stay at uni gaff with her lady chums and so I spent an exceptionally pleasant evening in the company of a bunch of girls from Kyrgyzstan. I don’t think there’s too many other ginger scousers who can say that. Huzzah!