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May. 11th, 2005 04:35 pmWell today was another prize winning uzbekiday. The up-side is that last night my friend A told me that the guy at the airline ticket counter in the train station is on crack and that there are 3 flights a day to and from Karshi. We are now proud owners of return tickets via plane - phew.
So today I go to the conservatory at 11 to find out that they are having some kind of oral exam and my voice lesson is therefore cancelled. I decided to walk to the Fine Arts Insitute to return a book to their archive, and had a heck of a time getting there because not only have they put a little park in where a road used to be near independence square and the new senate building, they've also knocked down the building next to the arts institute to expand the park. There are lots of new barriers up and the militsiya were out in force not letting people through 9/10s of the normal paths. I finally found a way into the arts insitute and had a nice chat with the archivist. I hadn't been in in months, but there is no such thing as due dates here, so she scolded me, but not too hard and let me take out a different book. They are closed for inventory until June 10, so I don't have to have this back for a while. I said goodbye to the archivist and headed back to the conservatory (a 10-15 min walk) so I could catch a music history class. As I was walking along, minding my business, a group of 3 men approached walking in the other direction. My spidey senses tingled, so I was sure not to make eye contact and tried to give them a wide berth. No use - the 3rd guy was rip roaring drunk and started shouting someting at me which contained the word "jalab" or whore, and hauled off and back fisted me in the arm. I whipped around and said "hey what was that for?!?" And he shouted more drunken garble at me and spit at me. I was at a loss, so I marched over to one of the many conveniently placed militsiya and told them what happened. We had to walk to go find the men and ID them, and the militsiya man told me he'd take care of it. I hope the guy doesn't guy boiled alive or hung upside down by meat hooks for hitting me, but I wanted him to be taken care of so he doesn't hurt anyone or get hurt himself. Mind you, he was this drunk at noon.
So I make it to the conservatory and try to shake things off. Then I went to buy plane tickets and made a side trip to the expensive foreigner's supermarket that I don't get to very often because it is out of the way. I hit the mother load. I got 2 current issues of the economist in ENGLISH (April 23 and May 7), lavender bath salts, and fresh pineapple juice. They had energy drinks for $1.25, and bottles of pepsi blue that I thought of getting for R, but then I realized that our lives in UZ don't really warrant energy drinks.
Finally as I was heading home I noticed a new watch repair place that went into the store fronts in the bottom of our building. I have had my broken (out of batteries) watch in my bag for like 6 months now, so I took in for a new battery. The guy popped a new battery in and gave it back to me in all of about 30 seconds. Total cost: 200 sum (less than $.20).
So today I go to the conservatory at 11 to find out that they are having some kind of oral exam and my voice lesson is therefore cancelled. I decided to walk to the Fine Arts Insitute to return a book to their archive, and had a heck of a time getting there because not only have they put a little park in where a road used to be near independence square and the new senate building, they've also knocked down the building next to the arts institute to expand the park. There are lots of new barriers up and the militsiya were out in force not letting people through 9/10s of the normal paths. I finally found a way into the arts insitute and had a nice chat with the archivist. I hadn't been in in months, but there is no such thing as due dates here, so she scolded me, but not too hard and let me take out a different book. They are closed for inventory until June 10, so I don't have to have this back for a while. I said goodbye to the archivist and headed back to the conservatory (a 10-15 min walk) so I could catch a music history class. As I was walking along, minding my business, a group of 3 men approached walking in the other direction. My spidey senses tingled, so I was sure not to make eye contact and tried to give them a wide berth. No use - the 3rd guy was rip roaring drunk and started shouting someting at me which contained the word "jalab" or whore, and hauled off and back fisted me in the arm. I whipped around and said "hey what was that for?!?" And he shouted more drunken garble at me and spit at me. I was at a loss, so I marched over to one of the many conveniently placed militsiya and told them what happened. We had to walk to go find the men and ID them, and the militsiya man told me he'd take care of it. I hope the guy doesn't guy boiled alive or hung upside down by meat hooks for hitting me, but I wanted him to be taken care of so he doesn't hurt anyone or get hurt himself. Mind you, he was this drunk at noon.
So I make it to the conservatory and try to shake things off. Then I went to buy plane tickets and made a side trip to the expensive foreigner's supermarket that I don't get to very often because it is out of the way. I hit the mother load. I got 2 current issues of the economist in ENGLISH (April 23 and May 7), lavender bath salts, and fresh pineapple juice. They had energy drinks for $1.25, and bottles of pepsi blue that I thought of getting for R, but then I realized that our lives in UZ don't really warrant energy drinks.
Finally as I was heading home I noticed a new watch repair place that went into the store fronts in the bottom of our building. I have had my broken (out of batteries) watch in my bag for like 6 months now, so I took in for a new battery. The guy popped a new battery in and gave it back to me in all of about 30 seconds. Total cost: 200 sum (less than $.20).
