Riding home on our bikes with backpacks full of groceries and a baggie of a dozen eggs in one hand, avoiding potholes, people, Turkmen rush hour...this was the scene yesterday in the lives of the Stalkers in Turkmenistan! Only 3 eggs broken! Everyone thinks I am Russian with my short, spiky, blonde hair. The locals are convinced that I must look like my father if my mother is Irish. They always hit the nail on the head when they say, "Ukrainian!" That I am!
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 10:42:00 +0000
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