Crossing Borders from Uzbekistan to Kyrgystan

Today we crossed from Uzbekistan to Kyrgystan, the second border crossing on the trip. These are not difficult but rather physiucally taxing. We simply had to fill out a form that asked beyond the main questions of name, Social Security, and national birth,  the amounnt of money you had (it should be less than the amount you filled in on another form when you entered the country) and special items, like a computer, Kindle and camera.

When I crossed over from Turkmenistan to Uzbekistan. one of the customs officials checked  my Kindle. I had to turn it ob, Explain as best I could it was a book. Show him what I was reading.

The second customs official had me open my suitcase and take out my medications and then went from bottle to bottle, aluminum foil covered pills to plastic covered pills and I had to explain what each was for, patting my heart, touching my nose. Then came the surprise. He pulled out the two small bottles of Jack Daniels Bourbon that I had picked up at the airport and,, for some unknown reason, stowed in the plastuc bag in which I was keeping my medication. I pointed to my throat.The customes official pointed to his stomach. We laughed and he gave me the okay to move on.

At this border crossing I did not have to open amy suitcase or pull anything out.

But at both I had  to drag my suitcase (weight 34 pounds when I left the states before I added the leather coat, the suit jacket, the marionettes, and the two table runners) from the bus, to the first checkpoint where they checedk visas. Then inside a building where they checked passports and forms and then the baggage had  to go through the machine. Then I had to  drag my suitcase across another couple hundred yards to be checked by the nezxt country, where once again my passport was check as I entered, then checked again in the building and finally I could drag my suitcase another 100 yards to a bus.

But I did finally get it to the bus and from there on the tour company took charge of it.

I will sign off now. The bus is ready to take us to the airport abnd we will fly from Osh to Biishkek. I will fill you in on Osh next time.

 

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    " I am an American," but not "Chicago born" like Augie March. Only Chicago aged. I'd like to think that if Henry Louis Gates were to investigate my geneology, he would discover in my past three women who traveled around the globe, chronicling their adventures. Sarah Kemble Knight traveled 112 miles by carriage from Boston to New York in 1704, a journey most women did not embark on alone (and men did so only with some trepidation). In fact, women were only just beginning to exercise their independence in the 1920's when Emily Kimbrough took off with her friend, Cornelia Otis Skinner, to explore Europe. But it is Auntie Mame, transforming herself from a New Yorker to the wife of an Austrian Baron and climbing the Matterhorn, whose mantra I have adopted. "LIFE IS A BANQUET...LIVE!" I began travelling in the 1960's when I traveled around western Europe between graduating from the Univiersity of Pennsylvania and my first job as a statehouse correspondent for UPI (United Press International) in Charleston, West Virginia, which was about as foreign a place as Europe was to someone who grew up in the environs of Philadelphia. Since then, I've also traveled to Kaunas, Lithuania, to teach at Vytautus Magnus University and to Sheffield, England, to present a paper at an engineering conference. I've been to the Alps and seen Auntie Mame's Matterhorn while climbing, by a series of cable cars rather than by foot, toward the peak of Mont Blanc. For 10 years my husband and traveled to unique places: a sheep farm during lambing season in England's Lake Country, a hotel on one of the Barromeo Islands in the middle of Lake Maggiore in Northern Italy, and a cottage in Dun Quin on the Dingle Peninsula which the Irish claim is the last parish before Boston. Between excursions, I'm a professor in the Department of English at Purdue University Calumet in Hammond, Indiana,. My husband passed away recently and, Auntie Mame-style, I am in the process of transforming myself. I've joined a tour to Central Asia and traveled to China to work with the pandas. This year I'm on my way back to Europe--Inreland, England, and France--to present a paper at a Conference and then visit friends. A new adventure. Old friends. Another banquet.

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