Khorog and the trip to it, some pictures ...

in the Antolov on our way to Khorog, finally

arrival at Khorog Airport, left Zaro, our program manager and on the right Rod, our new friend and co-volunteer from Calgary Canada.

first view of Khorog, a river runs though it..

a walk in the Park (Central Park)

this is the bridge we take every morning for our early commute, certainly no A1 , M25 or 405

first look at the local market (bazar)

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Dongles, Trotters and Opera

Detail of the famous Rohat National Tea House Welcome luncheon with VSO Tajikistan staff Ten days into our arrival and we're finding our way around this fascinating part of the world. We're still in Dushanbe, waiting for permits to allow us into the GBAO (Gorno Badakhshan Autonomous Oblast); our final destination is Khorogh, in the Pamirs. The town nestles between the mountains of Tajikistan and Afghanistan and is the Oblast's capital. Twenty-eight thousand people, predominantly Ismaili Muslims, live here. From Dushanbe, Khorogh can be reached by either road (497 km) or small aircraft if the weather permits. So, now we have completed our 10 day In Country Training and are ready and raring to start work as Tourism Advisors to the MSDSP (Mountain Societies Development Services Programme)....... Still in a holding pattern: gives us time to explore Dushanbe and its attractions. Saturday, one of our co-volunteers...

EXIT!!

Goodbye America Hello Canada With the inauspicious end to 2016.... a year that we would rather delete from our calendar..... and the dawn of 2017, we are in the last couple of weeks of 'shutting up shop' and saying 'au-revoir' to our experiment with the American Dream. Nostalgically, we wonder if we will ever be back for good and if so, how different the country we know as home, will appear when we return. For both of us, the USA is where we have spent most of our adult lives and California has truly captured our hearts. We have always been so happy to say we belong to LaLaLand. But for now, it is back on the road again, to our nomadic existence and the boundless excitement of the world beyond. Big Sur, 2 January 2017 For those of you who know us, our decision to exit 'stage-right' from what we now call 'Trumpistan' will not come as a surprise. We acknowledge that the man...

Boom-boxes, Birds and Bush-masters

Memories go back to Tajikistan; here an Afghan trader at one of the border markets Our memories drift back to October 2010, Dushanbe, the Prospekt Medical Clinic at Rudaki Avenue, the boulevard that dissects the capital of Tajikistan......... .................As part of the VSO-CUSO in-country training programs, new arriving volunteers have to meet with the staff of an always private local hospital to understand, what living in a new environment means and what bacteria, viruses and rabid dogs are on the loose and will visit the ignorant new-comers (unfortunately with alarming frequency). In Dushanbe we meet with the (German) Herr Dr. Andreas Hencko, an interesting, quirky and fascinating character. The older volunteers, quite unceremoniously, refer to him as Dr. Death. In a mere 20 minutes he manages to scare the bejeezus out of us hardy volunteers, with stories about the use of un-boiled or untreated water (filter first, boil twice), meat bought at the local ...

GOING-GOING-GONE

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