I feel like I’ve gotten a pretty solid, normal routine down in Bishkek with classes, friends, and family dinners. But, really, when I stop and think about it, life isn’t so normal here. I’ve put together a list of a few weird occurences that are bound to leave someone scratching their head. Enjoy!

When animals attack. This was a weird one for sure. I was walking to my home when I found myself confronted by, not one but, two hissing cats! I hate cats to begin with, and this was straight out of a Stephen King movie creepy. I was doing nothing out of the ordinary when from out of the bushes came a cat hissing at me. It sat in front of me on this narrow path, basically blocking my way, and continued to hiss every time I took another step. Just when thought things could not get any freakier, another cat popped out of the bushes hissing at me! What is going on here?! If you remember my pre-trip preparation from long ago, I never did quite get those rabies shots, and for fear of getting infected with the disease – quite the last thing I need while in Kyrgyzstan – I slowly turned around and took the long path home. They won, those hissing cats. I can’t believe I let them win.

When people attack. I have witnessed a few fights here in Bishkek. The first time I was at Osh Bazaar when I looked over to see a few guys rumbling in the dirt. One of the guys was apparently drunk, and the other, dressed in a suit, eventually got loose and started running away as fast as he could with a cell phone in his hand. The blatantly drunk guy totally got his phone jacked. The second fight was just this week during my walk to school. One guy was shouting and kicking another guy in the face while a girl was in the middle and trying to break it up. I have no idea what it was about, but it was very awkward to witness. And the third also happened this week while walking to class. It was between a marshrutka driver and some guy in a car. They got out and yelled at each other until the guy in the car wacked the other in the face, making the marshrutka driver bleed. Man, mornings are not good around here!

When you get infected with bird flu. I have no idea if bird flu has ever been an issue in Kyrgyzstan, but I started to wonder a few weeks ago when walking to school. Two mornings in a row, there was a street corner with a huge pile of dead chickens waiting for the trash collector. This seemed very out of the ordinary to me since they looked to be perfectly good chickens, besides the whole being dead part. It wasn’t as if they had been mauled by an animal, and they weren’t pieces of leftover chickens. Why would anybody in poor Kyrgyzstan get rid of something that would make them money?! I remember saying to myself, “Ok, Brooke, let’s not get sick. No one wants to hang out with a girl who has bird flu.” Oh, and what happened just 2 weeks ago? Yes, that’s right. I got sick. Remember all that feeling great in Bishkek jive I was spewing a month earlier? Must have been all the vodka.

When your host family doesn’t care that you have bird flu. Remember how I mentioned our family dinners were communal activities where your personal utensil is also the serving utensil? Remember how, at the same time, I questioned what would happen if one of us got sick? Well apparently people here don’t understand that sickness is passed through saliva because when I told my family I didn’t want to reuse my utensil in the noodle dish because I was sick, they said it’s normal and I should anyways. Fine. At that point I was secretly hoping they would get sick to prove a point, but even after my little sister got the sickness, they continue to cough, spit, touch all food; they continue to drink off the same glass; they continue to not understand that I don’t want to be sick again! Wow, am I glad to be moving into an apartment at the end of this month!

When your apartment warming gift from your landlord is an entire sheep in your freezer. When Brian and I lived in New York last summer, the landlord was keen on giving us a 6-pack of Brooklyn beer whenever the rent was paid. Here, however, I guess the gift is an entire sheep?! Ryan and Chris just moved into an apartment about 10 minutes from school - a far cry from my 45 minute walk now – and I will be joining them at the end of the month. Ryan sent me a text message saying that the landlord came with a big duffel of sheep meat and put it in the freezer. What?! Could this be how life in the Kyrgyz apartment renting market is really like? No, sadly it is not. The landlord is just using the freezer for a bit, but at least he will be cooking up some plov with it in return.

When people think you are 10 years younger. Wow. Today at the language school, some Kyrgyz kids said I looked 15! 15! Need I say more?

After going days without showering in Guatemala because the water was too cold, I knew it was going to be bad when I found out that Bishkek turns the hot water off in the entire city for an entire 30 days! I thought it was some sort of joke when another student said he heard this, but no, it was definitely no joke. I asked the administration in the school office and they acted as if it were no big deal. Bishkek needs to flush out the hot water system, which must be extremely inefficient because it takes a month to do it. Well I wish I would have known about this before planning on being in Bishkek in May!

Last Monday morning I went to wash my face, but alas, it began! There was a quick sputter-sputter-spit nose and only a few drops of the hot stuff. After that, the only drops of hot water falling were my tears as I braved a few cold showers – and I’m not talking Guatemala cold showers here – I’m talking the cold water must be cooled extra before being dispensed from the tap because I have no idea how the water can be that cold when it is so freaking hot outside! So, the only real way to deal with this dilemma is to give up on real showers and only take a proper bath when I have time/energy to deal with boiling a huge pot of water.

And if that wasn’t enough to make life interesting, the whole of Kyrgyzstan has been dealing with power shortages. See, Kyrgyzstan is self-sufficient with hydroelectricity, which is good because they don’t have the money to buy electricity from other countries. But, apparently, this year the water in the dams is extremely low meaning they have to scale down on electricity expenditure. Because of this, the electricity at my home will go out anywhere between midnight and 1 am until 6 am – with occasional outages during the day lasting 5 hours or more. And, even though it hasn’t happened yet, there is definitely the possibility of getting caught in one of my rare showers in the dark. That’s ok, though. I have a large stash of small flashlights and even one on my cell phone to save the day.

When I had finally come to terms with the idea of being a bit dirtier than I’d like to be during the next month, Ryan, a fellow student, dropped another bombshell. He informed me that it might even end up that Bishkek will be without both HOT and COLD water in June! I laughed. No way, right?! Of course it is all a big rumor, but when he showed me the blog post of one of the teachers at the London School (yes, blogs are great for stalking), it all kind of made sense. You can read about the interesting water/electricity dilemma here on her blog if you would like.

Sounds like an exciting life, huh? Traveling/living in third world countries definitely does one thing – makes you appreciate the little things back home just a bit more. Right now I’m just looking forward to my trip to Kazakhstan on May 30th when I just might have the opportunity to take a blazing hot shower… and hang out with Borat.

But mainly, just for the shower.

I bet you have been wondering what life with my Kyrgyz family is like, right? I have purposely put off talking a lot about this because for the first week and a half, my host dad was away for work. Well, he finally arrived back home this past weekend and home life has changed drastically – not necessarily for the worse – and I am finally seeing how a Kyrgyz family normally functions.

Meet Mars: Mars is my host dad. He is in the Russian Delta Force as he put it, meaning he is in a special security team here in Kyrgyzstan. He practices Russian Judo (was a former Kyrgyzstan fighting champion), and even showed me the video documentary of his team breaking bottles over their heads and demolishing burning boards. Every night, except for the first night when he spent hours singing Karaoke, we have watched some sort of video involving the military. He is very passionate about his work, which is always refreshing to see, and is very much in line with anti-terror governments. He might sound a bit on the scary side, but I assure you he is a very easy-going man.

Meet Aizada: Aizada is my host mom. She is a German teacher, which makes me wish I had retained a little bit more from my semester years ago. It is funny because when she cannot think of what to say in Russian, she will say it in German hoping it will ring a bell. She tries really hard to communicate with me. I am still slowly coming along with this Russian learning business. I might have to stay a bit longer than I was planning (but that’s not so bad, right!).

I guess German is actually a common language here in Kyrgyzstan. When I am out and about, I often get asked if I speak German. I asked Aizada about this and she said that after the war, all in Central Asia had to learn to read German in case there was another. Just a little tidbit!

Meet Rasul: Rasul is my 7 year old host brother. He doesn’t talk much and, like any other young boy, spends most of his time playing video games on the computer. He also never wants to eat unless its meat.

Meet Mira: Mira is my 4 year old host sister. She is the one I get along with the best! We use words like “play” and “doll”. When we can’t think of anything else to say, we just watch cartoons.

Since Mars arrived home, our dinners have grown in size and also in their communality. For example, we might have a big plate of Russian salad in the middle of the table, but there is no serving spoon, and no plates, so we eat off our fork and then stick it back in for more. Also, Mars has no problem eating off the serving spoon for the main dish. What do we do if someone gets sick?!

Well that’s about it. We live in a small apartment in a nice little microdistrict of Bishkek. When I step outside in the morning, the mountains are in full view. More updates later.

PS - I just learned that we are not going to have hot water for a month starting mid-May!

Bishkek is a happy, happy place. It is the perfect combination of big and small city – much like Peoria on a much more interesting level. After living here for almost 3 weeks, it still almost seems like a dream. When am I going to get bored? When am I going to be ready to move on? Now, I have no idea when, or if, that will happen. I am feeling the best I’ve felt in a LONG time, both physically and mentally, so I decided to add on a few health goals to my two previous and long-standing goals (1 – be more decisive; 2 – overcome germ phobia). Here’s a list of all the things I am doing to help myself continue feeling great in Bishkek:

1) Walk to class every day. Eating junk food and hacking away at the computer the past couple of years has left me sluggish and, for lack of better words, more jiggly than I would like. The walk to class is a good 45 minutes, and when added to countless hours in the evening and weekend exploring, it really adds up! I’ve lost inches since arriving in Bishkek. Originally, my walking was done in an attempt at avoiding overcrowded marshrutka rides, but now I just feel great!

2) Exercise my mind. Since quitting my job as an IT Analyst in September, I have not done much in the area of keeping my mind sharp. My Russian lessons are quickly making up for this. I have 20 hours a week of mind-blowing classes, which afterwards leave me drained (or maybe that’s all the walking). However, I feel good doing this because I would like to eventually head back to university for a graduate degree of some sort.

3) Take my daily vitamins. I started taking a multi-vitamin again every morning. My body thanks me.

4) Wear sunglasses. I have never been good at wearing sunglasses even though I know it is very important for my eyes. I bought some giant sunglasses the other day at the bazaar. It seems that’s the cool thing to wear here in Bishkek. Now I can start pretending I’m an undercover celebrity of sorts.

5) Wear sunblock. Yes, I have been even worse with this! I met a girl in Poland who just had a few cancerous patches removed from her skin, so it scared me into making this a part of my health goals. I am going to start wearing sunscreen every day, no matter what the weather is like.

6) Have Fun!

Keep on checking back! I have plenty more news and fun coming your way from Bishkek.

I hate to admit it, but I would have to say I’m a difficult person. I’m stubborn, have an insane amount of pet-peeves, and have a sometimes irrational germ phobia. When another student found out that I hate the idea of drinking or eating off random people, he responded with a shocked, “And you came here?!” Yes, I did come here, and I am happily working on my germ phobia. The kids in the family I am living with spit and cough on everything. We double-dip our teaspoons, use our hands to divvy out green onions, and eat our bread off the table top.

In light of all this “letting my guard down” behavior, I decided to conquer yet another fear – taste testing Shoro. Shoro is this crazy little drink that the Kyrgyz love. It is sold on nearly every street corner. On a normal day, you will see children, adults, and grandparents standing around these jugs chugging down some of the good stuff. The only problem is that it kind of smells like rotten food, or as I put it, old beer. The particular type I chose was the wheat-based drink, which is supposedly very healthy. Anthony, another American in town, said it took him about a month of trying it before he liked it. Now, he just can’t get enough.

So, I bit the bullet and gave it a whirl. You can see my reaction in this little video! Enjoy!