This week has been a struggle for myself and the team and there is no doubt about it. I have seen how improper preparation for outreach leads to extreme frustration and slow take off, but we are off, we are here and although movement has been slow things are moving. What has been difficult to adjust to is the movement of life down here which reflects the temperature. The highs during the day barely reach above 0 Fahrenheit and drop to -20 at night and with that come new experiences like having my larynx freeze and feeling frozen nose hairs, something I never thought could happen. The Kyrgyz culture is not a task oriented culture and there has been a learning curve to realize this. For example: I planned having a 30 minute meeting with a man today that turned into 2 hours (I should have known better). But at least the meeting was productive: the man is an English teacher at a remote village and asked if I could visit for the week and critique him as well as assist his students; I eagerly agreed. This will be a new adventure as the village is a little more than 200km away and because of the roads a fine 5-6hr drive, which of course I don’t mind. The man constantly made sure that I was okay with poor 3rd world conditions during our conversation (obviously he doesn’t know me well and has been watching too much MTV) and was not convince by me telling him that it wasn’t going to be a problem for me. Hand shakes here are seals for contracts and broken contracts are seen as dishonor (sounds like “the good ol” days doesn’t it?), so at the end of our conversation I agreed to join him and his companion teacher for a 6 day stay. Afterward they invited me and some friends over for dinner.
Hospitality here is amazing since they treat all guests with the highest honor (you never know when you might be entertaining angels ). They have a saying here that goes,” two mountains will never meet, but two people can” which is reflective of their willingness to make friends. The hospitality has an interesting tradition where they only fill you tea cup up half way so you can finish soon and they gladly fill your cup again. Chai (tea), naan (bread) and meat (and vodka, though technically not food) make up the basics of the Kyrgyz diet so there are plentiful and can be expected at every meal. Naan is traditional cut and set on the table and to refuse it when offered is disrespectful. We were blessed on this night to have a traditional dish called ‘kurdoc’ which usually includes potatoes and seasoned meat. Although this time kurdoc had no potatoes I did have the privilege of watching him carve the sheep right in front of me and about 15 minutes later a plate of hot salted sheep meat was placed in front of my friends and I; no plates, just forks and a community plate. Before we left our new friends promised us more traditional food in the upcoming days and confirmed once again (by handshake) that we will meet them in the morning to depart on the week’s new adventure.
What else is going on? Well the week has been very fruitful after all. Some of the team members have been able to connect with the locals over conversations on the street, in the bazaar and over meals. Most of the members of the team have been pulled in off the street for a feast and one was even invited to spend the night. We have been able to give support to a missionary family that is here on a long term basis as well as visit one of the local pastors twice a week to spend time with him and his mini orphanage. We were able to connect with a couple from the Peace Corps that has been here for almost two years and were given some insight and prospects for us to engage while we’re here. The snowboard ministry is still booming (and so satisfying as you can imagine). I was able to speak with the man who operates the tow ropes just outside of town and he willing accepted my offer to have our team give free lessons to the locals. Today was our first opportunity to that just after a local ski competition finished. Everyone wants to get at least one try on a board and is so grateful after; in fact, we have regulars: a group of guys 15-17 that turn and stop with control!
Sadly, as of the last couple days I’ve suddenly realized I’m out of my comfort zone and am seeing the stark contrast between my way of life and life here (it’s like delayed culture shock), but small things keep me grounded and in perspective like listening to my ipod and drinking some of the coffee that I brought. Last night I was able to watch a UFC dvd that a friend purchased at the bazaar for 40com (a little more than a buck) and some how watching guys beat the snot out of each other made me feel like I was at home for a bit (that’s for you Trav). [and ya, I know, that’s kind of demented] and somehow simply writing this blog keeps me grounded and I remember once again to embrace The Process.
Thanks for reading the blab!

The blog following this is one that I just posted but was written days ago (so you should really read that first) and in re-reading my last blog I fear that I may have painted a bleak picture w/the last paragraph. Although times are frustrating here I have been able to some things. The first is my team job that I briefly mentioned which is cooking. Thank God that I do not cook everyday, but setting up a cooking schedule and making sure everything runs smoothly is something that I do constantly. It was a blessing and exhausting to be cooking for the team the first week and helped me to get to know town more, but I won’t need to be doing that for another week. Pictures of the bazaar, our dinning room and the fruits of some of my labor can be found in the slideshow to the right of the page. I wish I could post pics directly on here but bandwidth is so slow over here I had to do it this way.
Another of the things I get to do here is go to a village about half hour away and assist with English classes (pics on slideshow). This has been a great blessing. For the most part people in the village get around on horseback and tend to their flocks. Most recently we showed up to teach and found out that school was canceled due to the upcoming new year (communication is not great as you can imagine), but we were able to watch a new years school celebration and were welcomed with open arms.
And there have been some developments in the things I have set out to do. There are two families doing the work of the way here that we have been able to assist with. The first is the family that runs a small orphanage: here I have helped set up things to be done with the children as well as work around the house (I cannot imagine the work they do). In fact today I was able to help clear their yard of snow (which took 2hours) and have some soccer games; it was definitely the highlight of the day. With the second family we’ve also been able to establish assistance that will lighten their load to efficiently work with the nationals they’re building into as well as establish network that will be beneficial to both them and future teams that come to what we are attempting to.
Thanks for reading, more next week.

Or at least something like that was what I was told and I think it means “happy new year!” (I hope anyway, people could have been saying that I smelled like sheep urine, or worse.) This was an interesting new year, but only one to be expected around here. Let me begin a few days earlier. On the 30th I met one of the local pastors around here who does everything: church planting, spreading the news along with running a small orphanage and supporting the family with raising sheep and cattle; needless to say he is one of those few that you meet once in a lifetime and you know you’re in the presence of greatness; he is one for whom it is written “in those days there were giants in the land”. I caught a fever later that night nothing ravaging, but something that temporarily laid me out so I slept in until noon on the 31st. We then went for an earlier meal at a local restaurant that began to play techno 80’s/90’s music with Billy Joel (interesting). New Year is a big holiday here since for the most part they do not celebrate Christmas; everything shuts down even the restaurants and small family stores and everyone stays home to spend time with family and friends. Then at midnight the restaurants that double as a disco open and everyone parties till they drop, but the team and I had a different plan. Being the outdoors people we are, we took a hike into the local foothills (with a nice foot of snow) to watch the New Year roll in. it was beautiful! Fireworks everywhere lighting up the city below; serious Disneyland fireworks can be bought off the street for a few bucks (since china is so close), and of course we had our own with a little champagne. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
The next day I was awakened by a certain Finnish friend jumping on me and cajoling me into going to the bazaar to buy groceries for the night’s dinner with her; I gave in pretty easy. I’ve never seen the bazaar in the state that it was; it might as well have had some tumble weeds blowing through. There was hardly anyone there which is in quite contrast to the way it usually is jostling with life and color, walking shoulder to shoulder and having someone shove some random piece of sheep meat in my face (on one occasion the meat cart was being pushed by with the meat steaming in the cold Kyrgyz air meaning a fresh kill). There were in fact only a few people at the bazaar: one tried to sell us meat out of the trunk of her car (black market meat?) and the other was selling produce out of the back of their car; we figured black market produce was safer so we thought we’d go meatless for the night’s meal. After making prep for the meal we decided to go for a hike and some snowboarding. Yes, that’s right I did mention the 12-16” of fresh snow that we got and the fact that we brought 5 boards with us? Well, we did. Snowboarding is actually part of the outreach we do here and we were able to begin last week when the snow fall gave us enough coverage. Most of the time we begin walking to the mountains everyone knows what we’re doing and children start following and last week I found myself giving snowboarding lessons when I looked downhill and saw men leading a cow down the street (that’s really not something you see everyday snowboarding). They also have small graveyards in the hills that are really cool to ride past too (they would make a great photo shoot). However on this day (January 1st), as we walked into the hills a family was having a holiday gathering around a bonfire and invited into the circle when they saw us. Before I realized it vodka a forced into my hand followed by all the men saying “salaam gorum” and making drinking motions; I didn’t want to insult so I accepted the hospitality chased with a local delicacy being shoved in my face. So I ate that too, which if not for the rubbing alcohol taste left in my mouth would have otherwise made me gag. You see what I swallowed was gelatinized sheep fat with spices [can you say mmm?]; and if you’ve had menudo before and put the leftovers in the fridge, well it tastes like that disgusting looking layer of jello fat that floats on the top. Yuck!
Well, what else are we doing here? To be honest that’s a question that I often find myself asking on a daily basis. A great deal of the work is inviting nationals to dinner and meeting and building relationship from there, but often that just doesn’t seem like enough. One of the big things that we were going to do fell through and that was working with the orphanage; we were able to visit and work with the children a few times until I went there one day last week only to find dead silence and no children. The next day I went with a translator to discover that because of the local energy crisis the children had been sent to a warmer city and not to return until march, bummer. The highlight of today was taking a marshooka ride. A marshooka is an 8 passenger van that the city uses like a shuttle and during “rush hour” I counted 23 people in one ride that I took. Yes, that’s right: people sitting on laps and butts in the face, but its all normal for the locals. My friends and I had a blast laughing at each other; oh by the way, the marshooka’s have this permanent cigarette and vodka smell in them and there’s almost always one drunk riding that always finds his way next to my friend James. Funny thing that I’ve recently observed about intoxication: it’s a helpful translator for any language. Ya, I’ve had deep conversations with inebriated individuals that ranged from Russian occupation to free dentistry and gold teeth to my beard and marital status. Really, one of the best parts of my day. The second would be a drunken 55 year old woman that had me and Leena dance with her during dinner tonight. We were eating at one of those restaurants that turned into a disco with booming techno music halfway through our meal, but it was fun and man that drunk lady could move.
I know I joke a lot on this blog, but please don’t take me lightly. I take seriously what I’m doing here and struggling for purpose is something I do and will continue to do daily. My frustrations with the leadership on this team are at a boiling point: organization and communication are inadequate and poor. Ministry and work should have been pre-arranged and ready for us to jump into, but it hasn’t been and I’m finding that I have had to go out and set things up for myself to do so I don’t rot weeks of my life away here, which is fine but I was put under the impression that things were laid out for us. I mean, this place is nice and great to visit but the magic wears after ten days of going to the bazaar to buy food and then cooking for 15-17 people. So I’ve arranged to meet with people from the Peace Corps later this week along with some locals to see how myself and the team can get plugged in. please, pray for open doors and work!!! Salaam to everyone from Kyrgyzstan!
PS. Merry Christmas too! Ours was great I helped make a 4 course meal that included a huge leg of lamb. Peace.