The caravan scouts arrived in Bishkek last night in a driving downpour. We should be seeing the lead camels any day now. The scouts say the main caravan is almost five kilometers long. Blogging will be light for the next two weeks. I will bring the sat-fone and solar panel and try to post from the road.
We stocked up on fresh pomegranates and other essentials. Like .303 British. The caravan provides the rifles, but passengers must bring their own ammunition. There's an old joke, “No ammo, no ride!” In Dari, it rhymes. It's sort of like your American bumper sticker that says, “Ass, gas or grass – nobody rides for free”. Except here in Turonistan, they are very, very serious about it: no ammo, no ride.
It is time to say farewell to the familiar streets of Bishkek. But we are filled with hopeful expectation for our eventual arrival in Indianapolis for the September Blogmeet.
We stocked up on fresh pomegranates and other essentials. Like .303 British. The caravan provides the rifles, but passengers must bring their own ammunition. There's an old joke, “No ammo, no ride!” In Dari, it rhymes. It's sort of like your American bumper sticker that says, “Ass, gas or grass – nobody rides for free”. Except here in Turonistan, they are very, very serious about it: no ammo, no ride.
It is time to say farewell to the familiar streets of Bishkek. But we are filled with hopeful expectation for our eventual arrival in Indianapolis for the September Blogmeet.
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3 comments:
Go luck and farewell on this treacherous expedition.
In colonial times, in trips west to Indiana, they had to send beer to feed the troops. To make it over the Appalachians on this rough and long journey required a beer that could stay preserved for the duration, so they made a high alcohol and heavily hopped beer to survive the trip in good shape. And that is where we get IPA, or Indiana Pale Ale.
Great stuff!
James
=)
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