<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:45:49.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker-Stan...Kyrgyzstan That Is!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-116566233462885097</id><published>2006-12-09T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:05:34.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/244997/Cholpon%20Ata%20Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/567593/Cholpon%20Ata%20Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/347741/traditional%20woman%20selling%20Kyrgyz%20hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/553728/traditional%20woman%20selling%20Kyrgyz%20hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/949390/Kyrgyz%20musicians%20in%20yurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/682664/Kyrgyz%20musicians%20in%20yurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/105859/traditional%20handicrafts%20for%20sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/359855/traditional%20handicrafts%20for%20sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/615626/Thanksgiving%20withRussian%20foster%20child%20center%20staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/141446/Thanksgiving%20withRussian%20foster%20child%20center%20staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-116566233462885097?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566233462885097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566233462885097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-few-pics.html' title='Last few pics'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-116566208322724541</id><published>2006-12-09T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T03:01:30.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fall pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/949828/going%20away%20party%20for%20k-12%20with%20adopted%20host%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/282348/going%20away%20party%20for%20k-12%20with%20adopted%20host%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/175266/Us%20with%20local%20friends%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/109296/Us%20with%20local%20friends%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/789207/Overview%20shot%20of%20horse%20festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/551451/Overview%20shot%20of%20horse%20festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/737843/Kyrgyz%20crowd%20with%20American%20cowboy%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/474620/Kyrgyz%20crowd%20with%20American%20cowboy%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/39817/girl%20in%20traditional%20costume%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/956680/girl%20in%20traditional%20costume%20at%20horse%20festival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-116566208322724541?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566208322724541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566208322724541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-fall-pics.html' title='More fall pics'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-116566181453831819</id><published>2006-12-09T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:56:55.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall pics 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/487141/girls%20at%20waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/280247/girls%20at%20waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/222125/mike%20at%20waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/357399/mike%20at%20waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/200849/Mike%20and%20Gerry%20guesting%20in%20Inuskas%20yurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/663701/Mike%20and%20Gerry%20guesting%20in%20Inuskas%20yurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/472629/Mike%20teaching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/661283/Mike%20teaching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/532446/Mike%20decorating%20classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/951067/Mike%20decorating%20classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-116566181453831819?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566181453831819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566181453831819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/12/fall-pics-2.html' title='Fall pics 2'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-116566150228319430</id><published>2006-12-09T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:51:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/552546/Mike%20decorating%20classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/543726/Mike%20decorating%20classroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/484305/Mike%20picking%20apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/313163/Mike%20picking%20apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/1351/Gerry%20as%20honored%20guest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/614641/Gerry%20as%20honored%20guest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/783208/apple%20trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/886746/apple%20trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/1600/72541/Mike%20and%20mom%20at%20lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5681/1598/320/862246/Mike%20and%20mom%20at%20lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-116566150228319430?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566150228319430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/116566150228319430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures-from-fall.html' title='Pictures from Fall'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115871850060911370</id><published>2006-09-19T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:15:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115871850060911370?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871850060911370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871850060911370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-from-istanbul_19.html' title='Pictures from Istanbul'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115871822430976225</id><published>2006-09-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:10:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115871822430976225?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871822430976225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871822430976225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pictures-from-istanbul_19.html' title='More pictures from Istanbul'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115871803552119347</id><published>2006-09-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:07:15.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures from Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115871803552119347?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871803552119347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871803552119347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pictures-from-istanbul.html' title='More pictures from Istanbul'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115871785469320401</id><published>2006-09-19T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:04:14.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1507.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1507.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1646.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1646.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1660.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1660.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1695.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1695.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1516.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1516.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115871785469320401?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871785469320401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871785469320401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/09/pictures-from-istanbul.html' title='Pictures from Istanbul'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115871754934914434</id><published>2006-09-19T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:59:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul, Turkey</title><content type='html'>Earlier this summer we visited Istanbul, Turkey for 9 beautiful, fun and relaxing days.  Istanbul is a fascinating city and very easy to get around; between walking, ferry boats, trams and taxis, we were able to see most of the major sites in town.  After landing at 6AM on July 28th we treated ourselves to two lattes at Starbucks.  Normally a stop at Starbucks would not be noteworthy, but in our case after going 10 months without a Starbucks treat, we were ecstatic to find a cafe in the airport!  We took the time to figure out how to get to our hostel and thoroughly enjoy our drinks.  We filled our first day by taking a ferry ride over to the Asian side of the city (the Bosphorus waterway splits Istanbul on two continents – the European and the Asian side).  We then took a city bus through the newer part of Istanbul and hiked up to the tallest point in the city.  The views were terrific and we could get a great lay of the land from there.  Our excursion to the Asian side took up a good part of the day and we ended our first day in Istanbul with delicious pizza in a little neighborhood street side café and also sat in front of the magnificent Blue Mosque and took in the evenings’ call to prayer and people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day was spent touring around the Archaeology and Ancient Orient Museums, lunching under the famous Galata Bridge and enjoying fresh fish sandwiches, taking Europe’s shortest underground tram to the new part of Istanbul (on the European side), visiting the Pera Palace Hotel (which is where Agatha Christie holed up for a awhile to work on “Murder on the Orient Express”) and walking through the beautiful Topkapi Palace Gardens.  Later that night we met up with our old-time friends Tawnia, Rob and their two children, who had flown down from Amsterdam to spend a few days with us, and had a delicious room-service dinner consisting of steaks and hamburgers (items that don’t readily exist in Kyrgyzstan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day #3 we walked around Istanbul with our friends, taking in such sites as the old Hippodrome (horse arena) area, the Mosaic Museum, the Carpet Bazaar, the  ancient underground Cistern (water catchment), and ending our day at an outdoor Turkish restaurant which featured a Whirling Dervish show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31st was spent relaxing upon a yacht that took us up the Bosphorus, so we could see the outlying areas of Istanbul, and all the way out to the Black Sea.  We enjoyed stopping periodically and diving into the warm waters of the Bosphorus and Black Sea and swimming around with Tawnia, Rob and the 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day #5 we strolled around the Palace park again with our friends, shopped in the Grand Bazaar which is known to be one of the longest running outdoor bazaars in the world, visiting an ancient Turkish bath house (but has since been turned into a museum and carpet store) and relaxing at our friends hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 2nd we said good-bye to our buddies after touring part of the Topkapi Palace and having lunch.  It was a great visit with Tawnia, Rob and the kids and it also came at a great time during our service.  One of our hardest challenges in being in Kyrgyzstan is not being near our dear friends &amp; family back in the states.  Spending such a wonderful amount of time with our friends sure did help ease our homesickness and we sure did appreciate them taking a break in their European Adventure to come see us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon on August 2nd we were lucky to have Mike’s Dad and Stepmom fly in from NC and also spend a few days in Istanbul with us.  Having to adjust from some jetlag we took it easy during Tom and Kathy’s first day by relaxing in the Palace park and enjoying tea while looking out over the Bosphorus and taking in an early dinner complete with a Whirling Dervish and Hooka Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, August 3rd, was a huge touring day.  First thing in the morning, the four of us went to the famous Aya Sophia (or Haggia Sofia) which over the course of history has been a church and a mosque and is now a museum.  The building is beautiful from the outside and enormous on the inside.  Afterwards we toured the inside of the Blue Mosque, walked through the grounds of Istanbul University, toured Suleymanieye Mosque (which is the largest mosque in Turkey) and finished our day with a fresh fish dinner on Galata Bridge and the most delicious baklava which was sold by a nearby street vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last full day in Istanbul we went on the tour of the Harem of the Topkapi Palace and saw where sultans of times past lived and reigned from.  We also took in some of the other areas of the Palace with Tom and Kathy before enjoying a delicious Turkish lunch at a nearby open air café.  Our afternoon/evening were spent visiting the terminus of the Orient Express and relaxing on one of the many public ferry boats that cuts across the Bosphorus.  It was a lovely way to take in a spectacular sunset over Istanbul.  On our last night we walked along the Sea of Maramara, taking in the smells of the ocean and found a great café for dinner.  We had a night cap consisting of Istanbul’s famous and tasty apple chai while listening to the call of prayer and looking again at the Blue Mosque (with a full moon rising overhead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before catching our flight back to Bishkek on August 5th we walked around the famous Spice Bazaar and purchased some apple chai to take home with us and also Mike worked with a vendor to create a fragrant and savory spice concoction.  (Since then we have used this spice mixture to make one of the best chicken curry dishes we have cooked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have traveled to Istanbul we hope that this blog entry conjures up the sites, smells, sounds and tastes of the city.  And for those of you who have not made it to Istanbul, we hope you add it to your list of places to visit!  The city is full of life and is quite modern, but it still retains its mystery and romance of times past.  The food is incredible – by far one of the best cuisines in the world – full of fresh produce, flavorful spicing and delicious desserts.  And the people of Istanbul were lovely to talk with, friendly and helpful and full of smiles.  We hope to return to Turkey someday and travel throughout the other regions of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115871754934914434?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871754934914434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115871754934914434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/09/istanbul-turkey.html' title='Istanbul, Turkey'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115393430403869014</id><published>2006-07-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:18:24.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet shows are a success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0223.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0223.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/P1013179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/P1013179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After each 3 day program the children were able to keep their self created shadow puppets and our puppet masters donated marionette puppets to each group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115393430403869014?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393430403869014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393430403869014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/07/puppet-shows-are-success.html' title='Puppet shows are a success'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115393395380989195</id><published>2006-07-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:12:35.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from our puppet workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/P1013227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/P1013227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/P1013085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/P1013085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held a puppet workshop at two local orphanages in the first week of July. Take a look at these great kids and imagine the fun we had with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115393395380989195?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393395380989195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393395380989195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-from-our-puppet-workshop.html' title='Pictures from our puppet workshop'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115393352858447943</id><published>2006-07-26T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:05:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholpon Ata and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMG_1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMG_1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Dinner%20with%20friends%20-%20take%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Dinner%20with%20friends%20-%20take%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Fife%20B%20Mike%20and%20Larry%20at%20petroglyphs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Fife%20B%20Mike%20and%20Larry%20at%20petroglyphs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Looking%20down%20on%20Pimka%20and%20lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Looking%20down%20on%20Pimka%20and%20lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/100_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/100_0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots taken around our home and with our friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115393352858447943?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393352858447943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393352858447943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/07/cholpon-ata-and-friends.html' title='Cholpon Ata and Friends'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115393267688572563</id><published>2006-07-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:57:49.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1083.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1083.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1087.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1087.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1074.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1074.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1090.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/IMGP1069.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/IMGP1069.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Birthday%20girl%20and%20guys%20blowing%20out%20candles.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Birthday%20girl%20and%20guys%20blowing%20out%20candles.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Mikes first birthday celebration in country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115393267688572563?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393267688572563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393267688572563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/07/mikes-birthday.html' title='Mike&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-115393162524023963</id><published>2006-07-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:33:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer update</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to us as though time is flying by and we are quickly approaching the middle of summer already!  How it got here so fast we don’t know, but looking back on the last 1-2 months we realize how full our schedules were.  We hope you all are enjoying summer back in the States, whether that be working out in gardens, swimming in pools or oceans, camping, relaxing in parks, etc.  Summer season is in full swing here and our quiet little town has exploded with tourists from all over the world.  In fact, just this past week we met and hung out with 3 Americans and 1 Brit all traveling through China and Central Asia.  It was fun exchanging stories, experiences and perspectives of the different cultures during our hikes and over a few beers while hanging out a beach campfire we made together.  Though there are many tourists here we really do not find ourselves conversing with many of them.  For the most part they are Russian or Kazak and speak Russian and therefore do not need the assistance of translators.  But in the case above, our horse association friend also runs a B &amp; B and these tourists were staying with her.  Americans are still slightly novel here and when she learned they spoke English and 3 out of 4 came from America she immediately called us on our cell phone to come over to meet the other Americans in town!  In other instances, confused taxi drivers will find us in town and bring us lost and also confused tourists (who speak at least some English) so that we can translate between the two parties to figure out where the tourist needs to go.  Not exactly the most common work of a PC volunteer, but we sure are meeting quite a few people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn’t what really has been keeping us busy, so let us catch you all up on life in Cholpon Ata.  With the coming of nicer weather, we have been able to go on quite a few day hikes.  Unfortunately though this summer has been rainier than usual in our region so we have not been able to take our gear camping.  But with at least half of the summer left we are hopeful!  Also with nicer weather, comes other volunteers visiting.  We have had quite a few gatherings at our apartment and we really enjoy hosting.  At the beginning of June we hosted about 6 volunteers for a weekend and we took in some hikes and some time at our beach.  The following weekend we hung out around town, going for a beach walk with our horse association friend and came across two different Kyrgyz families having beachside picnics.  In traditional Kyrgyz custom, both parties were very open and gracious and invited to join them.  It was great fun meeting new families, trying fried fish and homemade goods and listening to families sing and play along on an accordion!  We became quite friendly with one family and were even given new Kyrgyz names - Maksat (meaning “goal” for Mike) and Bearmet (meaning “pearl” for Brenda).  So now, depending on who we are with, we may introduce ourselves as Maksat and Bearmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend was filled hosting about 12 Volunteers for a large 3-way Birthday party weekend for Mike and our friends Dane and Jenn.  In typical American fashion the party was potluck style and boy did we eat well!  From hummus and bread to pizzas and tacos.  Brenda was in charge of desserts and made a homemade chocolate birthday cake, cookies and brownies.  Needless to say, no one went hungry that weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last weekend of the month was Mike’s true birthday.  Though we normally camp for Mike’s birthday, this year we celebrated quite differently.  Our friend was very kind and gave us 3 box seat tickets to the season opening of the local horse stadium.  So the two of us, along with our friend and site mate Roselle, had a day at the races!  Sitting above the crowd in cushy chairs, enjoying cool bottled water, while looking out over the horse track and beyond to the lake was quite a unique way to celebrate.  The show lasted several hours, involved over 60 horses and riders and included various speed and endurance horse races and traditional national horse games.  Following the races we went home briefly to meet up with our original host family who was in the area and wanted to give Mike a birthday present and share a champagne toast together.  The day ended wonderfully with Roselle treating Mike to pork bar-b-que at a café that has opened for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to the end of the month and the beginning of July.  Our friends from Bishkek were able to get away from the big city and enjoy a weekend with us at the lake.  We took in some good café meals (in the summer there are an assortment of cafes to choose from, compared to the 3 cafes that are open during off season months which is October-May) spent time at the beach and enjoyed catching up with one another.  Though we did not really venture into the water, we did dip our feet and enjoyed the sites of the beach; such as strolling vendors selling everything from dried fish to vodka, children burying each other in the sand, para-sailers floating overhead, camels and boa constrictors being led by their owners along the beach while banana boats and jet skis zip by.  Yes, we must admit, it is quite the site to be seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after our buddies departed a group of 4 volunteers descended upon our apartment for a week-long puppet workshop, which we held at two different orphanages.  One of our co-volunteers is actually a puppet master and had studied in Japan.  Thinking that children can use puppets for fun or to express themselves either artistically or if they are shy, we thought introducing local kids to puppets would be fun.  And fun it was!  The kids seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves creating their own shadow puppets and creating a show together.  Day one of each workshop entailed introducing ourselves to the children, explaining what the workshop was about and actually creating the puppets (following a predetermined story that they were previously familiar with).  The second day was used to teach the kids how to work with the puppets, to split the group into two different teams and to rehearse the show.  On the third and final day each group presented their puppet show to the other group of kids and to different audience members.  At the end of the workshop each child was given the puppet they had created and each organization was also given two marionette puppets which our puppet master had created for them.  It was a week filled with laughs, creativity and fun (and some relaxing moments at the beach…though the banana boat ride we all took was anything but relaxing as we sped across the lake behind a jet boat, turning and twisting every which way until eventually we all flipped off, climbed back on and did it all over again!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then we have been working on various projects.  Mike was asked by PC staff to conduct a training seminar to our new group of volunteers (who arrived about a 10 days ago) about how to give exams in Kyrgyz schools.  So he has been working away at preparing handouts, a powerpoint presentation and group activity for the training session.  Additionally we have both been helping our adopted host family here in town with their summer café.  Mike created bi-lingual menus and we have both helped design a café logo to be used for the staff’s shirts.  (On the side Mike has had a few cooking lessons from the chef and has learned to make the Russian dish, “pelmeni” which are meat filled tortellini type pastas and also Uzbek Plov)  Not to be outdone by Mikes cooking, Brenda has been enjoying the fruit garden outside of our apartment and has recently made a raspberry pie using our handpicked raspberries and making her own crusts and canned 4 jars of raspberries for our enjoyment this winter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in these past few weeks Mike has begun creating lesson plans for the fall term, Brenda has gotten a copy of Microsoft program “FrontPage” and will soon begin teaching herself how to create websites so she can assist several community members with their website projects and she has begun researching grants and ideas for renovating the local horse stadium and other tourism projects.  And speaking of tourism, we took a day excursion to the south side of the lake with a friend, met several tourism operators and also checked out the famous red rock formations known as Jeti-Oguz, or 7 Bulls.  We sure do hope to make it back there for some hiking and possibly backpacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead, our summer should be quite full.  We have new volunteers visiting us later this week for their first “site visit” or trip out of Bishkek, to see what life as a volunteer is really like, quickly followed by our trip to Istanbul.  August will be filled with visitors, a trip to a 3-day horse show spectacular and a 10-day Habitat for Humanity work project.  September 1st marks our 10 year wedding anniversary (though we are not quite sure how we will celebrate, we may just celebrate early in Istanbul) and the middle of September marks our 1 year anniversary of living here.  We will also have visitors in September and October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we hope your summers are going well and you are enjoying the long days, warm weather, vacations and time spent with friends and family.  We think of you all and hope you are all doing well! &lt;br /&gt;Until we post again (which may not be until September), take care and enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-115393162524023963?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393162524023963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/115393162524023963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer update'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114888806700564977</id><published>2006-05-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:34:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of School and the beginning of Summer</title><content type='html'>As we update our blog we imagine many of  you will be kicking off the beginning of summer with Memorial Day weekend….picnics, camping trips, family get-togethers, yardwork, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We too have entered official summertime here in Cholpon Ata, as last week there were celebrations for the end of the school year and this coming week marks the start of summer break.  Though we did not have the same rites of passage as you all are used to, we’d like to share with you some of the experiences we have recently had with the changing of the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have started noticing more and more tourists walking around our town; they tend to stand out with their maps and backpacks&lt;br /&gt;In our town market we have started seeing fresh lettuce, cherries and strawberries appearing in sellers stands, a very welcome site&lt;br /&gt;The nights are staying lighter longer, with nightfall coming as late as 8:30pm (though the sun sure is now bright at 5am!)&lt;br /&gt;Our days are warm, filled with afternoon thunderstorms and cool evenings – perfect for sleeping (just like back home)&lt;br /&gt;With such nice weather we have fashioned our very own window screens, made out of cheesecloth and a curtain for our front door, made from a shear, some thread and two pieces of string acting as curtain rods.  The shear and cheesecloths make for great screens – allowing the breezes through and minimizing the bugs (which Brenda has noticed KG has quite a few bugs compared to Colorado, but still nothing compared to tropical places like Florida)&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last week (Thursday), schools held “Last Bell” – or the last day of school with great festivities.  Mike attended the celebrations at his own school while Brenda watched those of the other school in town with fellow volunteer, Roselle.  At both schools the festivities took place outside on the schools front steps.  Students in the graduating classes each were presented on the stairs for their graduation and sang a song to teachers, school administration and other students.  In between graduating class presentations, other students performed dances or sang in honor of the graduating students.  The mayor of our town also spoke at each school and many townspeople and parents turned out for the events.  At the end of each festivity a small child went through the crowd ringing a bell, signifying the “Last Bell” of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;Another tradition associated with “Last Bell” is the giving of gifts to teachers from students and parents for thanks to a great year of work.  Mike received beautiful wild flowers, carnations and assortments of other flowers (which are currently beautifying our kitchen).  More tenured teachers can receive items such as tea cup sets, towels, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, Brenda was asked to accompany Roselle to two different “thank you” parties from Roselle’s school.  The first was held in a school classroom, complete with cake and champagne toasts for the teachers, while the children presented their various teachers cards specific for their subject (i.e. language, science, etc).  The second party was held at a local hotels small ballroom and consisted of a seated 4 course lunch, complete with vodka (or wine shots) and toasts.  After eating salads, various breads, baked chicken legs/thighs, cold noodle dishes and soup, the main course, the National dish, of Besh Barmak (made with horse meat) was served in the traditional fashion.  Each guest, including Brenda, was given a plate with a large chunk of horse meat, still on the bone.  Each piece represents a different sign of respect – the eldest, most tenured teacher or school director receiving the largest portion.  After the large chunks of meat are served, guests are expected to drink the accompanying bouillon/broth and eat a small bite off of the chunk.  Then sliced pieces of the meat are tossed with ramen noodles and served as the true last course.  Guests upon leaving are given small plastic “goodie bags” to take home filled with the large piece of meat/bone and breads, salads, etc.  Needless to say, Brenda ate one small bite of meat out of respect (not to mention she was already stuffed to the gills), but ended up taking home much food and meat.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday there were celebrations at Brenda’s kindergarten, with the 6 year old class “graduating” from kindergarten to primary school.  Again there were dances, skits and songs and at the end of the program each child received a class picture and a new reading book.  Additionally, all teachers, including Brenda, received flowers (such as white roses) as thank you gifts. &lt;br /&gt;It should be mentioned that all of the graduating students completely dress up for “Last Bell”. From the high school students wearing high heels, short back skirts and fitted white tops and boys dressed in black and white suits, to the 6 year olds wearing miniature prom/cocktail dresses and 3 piece suits.  Indeed it is quite a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, teachers of our town and neighboring villages invited us and several other volunteers to a picnic at the beach, as a thank you for a seminar that PC volunteers presented and as a kick-off to summer time.  We laid out the picnic under a beautiful shade tree and watched the waves lap up onto the beach – it is still a tad too cold to actually swim.  We enjoyed Cabernet wine along with the other national dish of Plov – which is rice and carrot based (and delicious), breads, smoked sausage and cheese.  We passed the time playing national running games, sharing stories and telling jokes (humor does not cross cultures very easily, but we managed to get a few across!)&lt;br /&gt;Additionally on Saturday we attended an art showing at Mike’s school.  The 9th grade art institute students were displaying the work they had created throughout the year, including sculptures, watercolors, oil paintings and sketches.  These children too will be moving on, as they will begin a 3 year program at an art academy in Bishkek in the fall and new art students from the region will begin art classes at Mike’s school in the fall.  There sure are some promising artists among these children and we feel fortunate to have gotten to know them and see their work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all we too had our rites of passage here in KG and feel like summer has truly kicked off!  Mike will miss some of his students as many will move on to University and a new crop of art students will enter Osmonuv School.  We are looking forward to new faces next year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also started noticing other differences in ourselves..acclimating to our new home.  We truly recycle as much as possible..from ziplock bags we have been sent, to aluminum foil, jars and bottles are handy for many things as well.  We take our trash bag to a nearby dumpster, dump out the trash and bring the bag back home for re-use whenever possible.  We are also more conscientious of the energy we use, as we can watch the dial spin either slowly or very quickly depending on how many lights we have on, if we are using our water distiller or heating up water for a shower.  Needless to say, showers are a twice a week treasure to us (and last about 10 minutes) and we do not leave lights on unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a glimpse of how “Kyrgyz” we have become, on Friday Brenda used an old wine bottle to roll out flour tortillas she had made from scratch.  We enjoyed our “Kyrgyz” taco’s using the horse meat from the previous days celebrations – spicing it with taco seasoning, and made refried beans from scratch – using black beans a volunteer had found.  Though the meal did not taste like your typical Mexican taco night, it was still tasty and made from scratch and local ingredients!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ought to sign off for now and enjoy the long days of summer that are beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you all have a fabulous summer, filled with family and friend bar-b-ques, picnics and lazy summer days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Brenda and Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114888806700564977?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114888806700564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114888806700564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-school-and-beginning-of-summer.html' title='End of School and the beginning of Summer'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440474409318391</id><published>2006-04-07T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:18:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random other pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/NY%20Pizza%20in%20Kyrgyzstan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/NY%20Pizza%20in%20Kyrgyzstan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20and%20colleague%20working%20on%20final%20grades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20and%20colleague%20working%20on%20final%20grades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/View%20from%20Karakol%20flop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/View%20from%20Karakol%20flop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20and%20the%20Asians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20and%20the%20Asians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/B%20and%20colleagues%20working%20on%20trash%20project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/B%20and%20colleagues%20working%20on%20trash%20project.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous Pictures"&lt;br /&gt;1. New York Pizza Joint in Bishkek - yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mike and fellow teacher, Marlis, going over term grades&lt;br /&gt;3. View of Mountains from friends place in Karakol, located at the East end of the lake&lt;br /&gt;4. Mike with our Volunteer buddies (who all happen to be Asian) - Bohee, Xouhoa and Christabelle ("Team Asia")&lt;br /&gt;5. Brenda working on a "clean up the town" project with Mikes fellow teacher, Marlis and Brenda's Eco-Center counterpart Elveera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440474409318391?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440474409318391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440474409318391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-other-pictures.html' title='Random other pictures'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440425129704161</id><published>2006-04-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:04:11.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from a sleepover at a Xouhoa's Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Bohee%20Robyn%20B%20and%20Xouhoa%20working%20on%20camp%20project.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Bohee%20Robyn%20B%20and%20Xouhoa%20working%20on%20camp%20project.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Slumber%20party%20at%20Xouhoas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Slumber%20party%20at%20Xouhoas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Making%20dinner%20at%20Xouhoas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Making%20dinner%20at%20Xouhoas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on plans for a summer camp, making dinner together, colorful slumber party with Robyn, Bohee, Andy, Christabelle, Xouhoa and Us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440425129704161?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440425129704161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440425129704161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-from-sleepover-at-xouhoas.html' title='Photos from a sleepover at a Xouhoa&apos;s Village'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440344955437259</id><published>2006-04-07T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:50:49.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Issyk Kul Lake with Volunteer Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Partial%20Lake%20gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Partial%20Lake%20gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Looking%20back%20at%20mtns%20from%20Jarkanbaeva%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Looking%20back%20at%20mtns%20from%20Jarkanbaeva%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Rich%20Roselle%20B%20and%20Mike%20at%20Rickhs%20lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Rich%20Roselle%20B%20and%20Mike%20at%20Rickhs%20lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Frozen%20lake%20landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Frozen%20lake%20landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20snowbowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20snowbowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #1: Some of the Lake Region Volunteers: Megan, Xouhoa, Christabelle, Wilbur, Rich and Brenda - on the Beach of Cholpon Ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #2: Looking back at Mountain Range form lake shore outside of nearby village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #3: Hiking down to the lake with Rich, Roselle (who also lives in Cholpon Ata) and us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #4: Frozen Lake landscape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture #5: Mike "Snowbowling" with Xouhoa, Bohee and Robyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440344955437259?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440344955437259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440344955437259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-from-issyk-kul-lake-with.html' title='Photos from Issyk Kul Lake with Volunteer Buddies'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440308994689953</id><published>2006-04-07T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:15:37.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Kyrgyz wintery Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Looking%20up%20the%20snowy%20river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Looking%20up%20the%20snowy%20river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20makes%20it%20to%20the%20top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20makes%20it%20to%20the%20top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20down%20valley.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20down%20valley.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20and%20Rich%20at%20the%20top.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20and%20Rich%20at%20the%20top.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of a snowy river, Mike ontop of the mountain with Issyk Kul Lake in the background,  Mike walking back down the valley, and Volunteer friend Rich and Mike at the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440308994689953?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440308994689953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440308994689953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/photos-from-kyrgyz-wintery-mountains.html' title='Photos from Kyrgyz wintery Mountains'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440282954721145</id><published>2006-04-07T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:40:29.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Photo Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Blazing%20a%20trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Blazing%20a%20trail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Beautiful%20Ala%20Too%20Mtn%20Range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Beautiful%20Ala%20Too%20Mtn%20Range.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/A%20beautiful%20walk%20back.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/A%20beautiful%20walk%20back.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/On%20the%20hike%20with%20Rich,%20Maya%20and%20B.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/On%20the%20hike%20with%20Rich%2C%20Maya%20and%20B.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20and%20Rich%20at%20the%20top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20and%20Rich%20at%20the%20top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from our snowy spring hike up to the mountains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440282954721145?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440282954721145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440282954721145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/hiking-photo-essay.html' title='Hiking Photo Essay'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114440239331926725</id><published>2006-04-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:33:13.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20on%20our%20bed%20and%20in%20teh%20study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20on%20our%20bed%20and%20in%20teh%20study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Changing%20and%20washing%20area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Changing%20and%20washing%20area.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Bathing%20in%20the%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Bathing%20in%20the%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20storage%20area,%20food%20buffet%20table%20and%20heated%20dining%20table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20storage%20area%2C%20food%20buffet%20table%20and%20heated%20dining%20table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20movie%20theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20movie%20theatre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of our current room; Mike studying on our bed - or the "Study", our wardrobe/changing area, which can turn into a bathing area, the piano that acts as our junk drawers, buffet table and "office", our electric heater that warms us and also can be used to make oatmeal and keep our food and dishes warm and finally our bedroom bed which can also be turned into a home movie theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say a little creativity can go a long way, but we are still very excited to move into our own 1 bedroom apartment soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114440239331926725?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440239331926725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114440239331926725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/04/photo-essay.html' title='Photo Essay'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114308868729078786</id><published>2006-03-22T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:38:07.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/K13s%20at%20the%20lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/K13s%20at%20the%20lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of us at lake with fellow Volunteers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114308868729078786?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114308868729078786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114308868729078786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-essay.html' title='Photo Essay'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-114299801501136583</id><published>2006-03-22T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:05:05.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VILLAGE IN CONTRAST &amp; OBSERVATIONS OF LIFE IN CHOLPON ATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Class%20and%20lunch%20at%20Reemas%20apt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Class%20and%20lunch%20at%20Reemas%20apt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon stepping out of our house the other day, there was a sight to take in; the black soiled foothills were pressed against the taller majestic peaks which had recently been blanketed with a fresh new snowfall. The seen was quite beautiful but also made us pause as we took in the stark contrast between the black and the white. As the day unfolded other contrasts in this interesting country in transition were seen; many in the same black and white sense. Walking down the street we watched as a brand new Toyota Landcruiser pulled out from a neighboring housing compound, just as a donkey pulled a cart down our dirt road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further along in our day we watched as a group of young boys played the old game, “Chukar” in the dirt (similar to marbles, but using animal bones/knuckles). At the same time, in the internet café boys of the same age were tuned in, with headphones, and playing a war type video game. And the technological difference didn’t stop there. Many of our villagers do not know how to use a computer, let alone own one, but on any given day you can watch as a large portion of the population (including teenagers) make and receive calls on their cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the internet café which was playing traditional Kyrgyz acoustic guitar music and hopped into a cab that was playing the latest in Russian hip-hop music. Our destination was our friend’s apartment, which is in a 4-story Soviet style building. In stark contrast to this construction, across the street is a traditional style yurt where a family lives and also serves Kyrgyz meals to tourists, trying to make a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of contrasts ended with seeing an elderly woman walking through town wearing a traditional headscarf and skirt, an elderly gentleman dressed with his traditional kalpak (white tall hat) and dress clothes followed by teenagers dressed in the latest designs from Europe, strolling hand in hand in the park and a Russian running team all decked in Spandex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrgyzstan is truly a country in transition, but there is hope here and with open minds, perspective, and a sense of humor, anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal level we have been finding the above line of thought more true and important everyday. Since the last time we posted an entry we have overcome some challenges, made headway with our work and language and have had some fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mid-January our host brother and his wife moved into our house, making it a total 8 of us living here in our little compound. Their primary language is Russian so communicating with them has been quite challenging. We normally cook for ourselves these days and take turns in the kitchen with the family. At first this posed to be a huge challenge, with limited space in the kitchen, one burner to cook on, and an oven held together by paper. (Thank goodness for ramen noodles during that time!) But with some persistence and help from our Russian sister in law, we have made headway cooking pizzas, spaghetti, tacos, and rice dishes. Also, occasionally during the week we will pack up our foodstuffs and go to the other Volunteers apartment (who lives in Cholpon Ata) and cook with her, where there are two burners and more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the winter months, incomes tend to decrease and this has had an adverse impact on our bathing options. For a while our banya wasn’t able to be fired up so we took to bucket bathing a couple of times a week in our room. For “Man’s Day”, a holiday in February celebrating the courage and hard work of the men of Kyrgyzstan, Brenda gave Mike two large red buckets, so that he’d have his own bathing buckets and would no longer have to wait to use the family’s buckets (which were used often for laundry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some self-empowerment and creativity we have essentially turned our 8*9 foot room into an entire “mini” house;&lt;br /&gt;• The bedroom consists of our slightly than larger twin bed.&lt;br /&gt;• If you turn on the electric teapot and roll the electric heater over to the bed and swing your legs over the edge we have turned that space into a dining room/kitchen. We can make soups, oatmeal, malt-o-meal and warm drinks with our teapot, enjoy our food on the heater – which acts as a heated dining room table and the bed turns into “chairs”.&lt;br /&gt;• The piano and window sill have become our den/study and library and houses our books and paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;• The corner with the wardrobe doubles as a closet and a bathing area. We bring in the 2 red buckets, fill them with warm water from our electric teapot, stand in a bucket and take a bucket bath, then open the wardrobe doors and get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;• And lastly if we bring in a chair to the end of the bed, place our laptop on the chair and prop ourselves up against the wall, facing the chair, we have created a home theatre and can watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on this note that we can say a sense of humor really helps one get through the days here sometimes. Our current lifestyle puts life into perspective though and makes us value and appreciate all of the conveniences and space we have back home. However, having experienced this lifestyle for 3-4 months now, we have decided to find a new place to live. We have a lead on an apartment that should be available later this month and if that does not work out we have befriended another family which has space for us to move into. We will be sure to keep you posted on our housing situation! (Our phone number and address will not change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to looking for a new place to live, we have been keeping busy working. Mike has made some headway with his students, but has faced challenges of teaching in a country which places great value on holidays. School was closed for half of January for holiday break (following New Years), many weeks in February were disrupted with holidays, such as “Man’s Day” and also quarantine, when the flu affected so many teachers it was not worth it for the school to be open for a week. In March we have experienced “Woman’s Day” and this week rings in the Muslim New Year. Just recently we learned the president declared March 24th to be a holiday to celebrate the anniversary of last year’s revolution, so all schools, offices, and banks will be closed again. Then it will be Spring Break! Mike hopes April thru the end of May have fewer holidays so he can get through the lessons he has already planned. (A quick word about holidays…even if it is a one-day holiday, it seems people start preparing or even celebrating a day before and need to recuperate for a day after. Thus a one-day holiday can turn into 3 days!) In his short time teaching though, he has been able to befriend a few students who actually have asked for more homework during the school breaks! Also his school houses the regions’ art institute for high school students and he has been able to see some incredible pieces of art, produced by his students (he has even been given a few watercolors to decorate our room with). Mike’s English classroom is coming along with more decorations set to be added. He has also received some great materials from the states ranging from lesson planning aids to arts and crafts supplies (thanks to all!). The students are getting used to the American accent and showed visible signs of progress in their last exam. Teaching can be truly gratifying and helping students learn makes everything worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda has experienced challenges of her own with regard to work. Her office at the women crisis center was closed for the month of January, however no one told her until January 23. So she spent a good part of the month walking to the office everyday to only find it closed! With the time off though she was able to extend her services to other organizations in our village. Every Tuesday she now teaches English to 4-6 year olds at the local orphanage, which also runs a community kindergarten. She was treated to a special “Woman’s Day” performance put on by the children earlier this month. The concert consisted of singing, dancing and competitions, such as children folding a scarf properly the fastest or making paper flowers the fastest. Also (just as in the states) the children gave homemade gifts to the mothers who attended the concert. (Mike took Brenda out for NY Style Pizza in the capital for Women’s Day) Brenda also now works with the staff at the eco-center and currently they are working on a trash clean-up test pilot project for the village, which they hope to expand throughout the region. The eco-center also hopes to start holding seminars to increase environmental awareness. Lastly, an adult training center is opening in town and has requested the help of a PC Volunteer, so she will be checking that out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been very busy working on secondary projects. We have collaborated with other Volunteers in working with a different orphanage located about 30 minutes from our town. A Russian couple started the orphanage about a year ago with their own funds, and a little help from their church. They currently house 20 children (one who was found living in a coffin at the bus station) and hope to someday expand to 40 children. Recently one of our Volunteers won a grant for building 2 indoor bathrooms for the children. Currently they walk across town to take a weekly banya and must use an outhouse and outdoor sink with cold water. This can be scary for a 4 year old late at night! The new bathrooms will provide 2 hot water showers, 3 sinks and 3 toilets for each sex – quite the improvement! So we will help with building these bathrooms once the materials arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike also met with an international donor organization and has organized a potential program for getting sets of English textbooks sent from the states to Kyrgyzstan via shipping containers. Volunteers would then take these books from the capital to their local schools and help build up the supplies of books for teaching and for English resource centers. We will keep you posted on this project- if it works out, it sure would have a great impact. Currently, we get small donations of books as they are expensive to ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With summer soon approaching Volunteers are starting to organize camps for students. We will partake and help organize a week-long coed camp that will take place in June. The goal of the camp is to show students how they can create their own clubs, such as a drama club, or a football team in their own schools. Mike may also partake in an all-boys sports camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda has teamed up with her long time girlfriend, Jenn, back in the states who will be traveling to Kyrgyzstan in September with her husband to lead the Habitat for Humanity Global Village project. On this side of the world, Brenda has been recruiting other PC Volunteers to partake in the project (Mike was the first to sign up!!). It should be an exciting time, partnering PC with Habitat for Humanity, in building new homes for locals in a village on the opposite side of the lake from us! (Not to mention how excited we are to see some friends from back home!!). Speaking of visits, we are super excited to host Mike’s folks from N.C. in August – we are so blessed to have visitors!! (We are starting to brainstorm fun things to do here in KG while they are visiting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several evenings a week we also attend private Kyrgyz tutoring sessions. We are quite fortunate that we have met a superb Kyrgyz woman who speaks fluent Kyrgyz, Russian and English. As a result, our language has been improving. But more importantly we have made a terrific friend in Reema. We have a great time in class, not only learning, but also teaching her English idioms and sharing the news of the day. She appreciates having people to speak English with and we appreciate all of her patience with us, her discipline (we get homework every class), and the interest she has taken in teaching us. (We are also very excited for her as she is expecting and should deliver the baby sometime around Mike’s birthday!) Learning a new language within the actual culture and country is a great benefit of PC service and we are really trying to get this one mastered. We think that if we can master Kyrgyz, we might try Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been fortunate to fit in some fun activities during this time as well. In February we enjoyed a great day of skiing. The “ski resort” was located about 3 hours from our home. A group of us went in on a private taxi to take us up the valley to the ski resort, where we were able to rent good equipment and hit the slopes. A series of tow-ropes took us up the slopes and we enjoyed skiing down blue and black runs (OK…. Brenda skied blues and Mike skied blacks). At the base was a lodge which served up beers and food and was a good place to relax. Later that night we celebrated a friends birthday, went out for dinner, and had a small party. We do hope to fit in one more ski trip this season, but spring is upon us and we will have to see how conditions hold up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally we have taken a few winter hikes. We took a 3 hour hike out to a remote place on the lake, walked on the frozen lake, made snow angels and even created a snow bowling alley, complete with”pins”. Using snowballs, we were able to knock down quite a few “pins”! We also attempted climbing to the top of a mountain but at that time we encountered a portion of the trail which had become a slide of ice, several feet thick, so we had to turn back - but Mike went back 2 weeks later with a buddy and they made it to the top! And we also hiked to another point on the lakes shore line 2 weeks ago. (And as Brenda types this, Mike is out for another hike with “the guys”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends and some evenings we get together with Volunteers in neighboring villages to cook, play games, listen to music, watch movies and swap the latest vocab words we have learned. It is really nice to have an English speaking support group here! And since we are all going through the same trials and tribulations it is easy to get support and advice as to how to handle a particular situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also made a few trips into the capital city for research and also a week-long PC training conference. It was a nice break from the village life and we thoroughly enjoyed the hot showers and a comfy bed every night! We also really enjoyed seeing all of the other Volunteers from our training group (named “K-13” for being the 13th group to volunteer here), sharing stories and enjoying meals out in cafes together. We were able to enjoy some Lebanese food, Italian food, and NY Style Pizza! Not to mention a variety of local dishes at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about catches you all up on our life here in Cholpon Ata! Stayed tuned for more updates on our projects, housing situation and upcoming summer plans! (We hope to go on a horse trekking ride across the country!) And with that, we should sign off for now, as this is quite a lengthy entry. Sorry we have not updated the blog sooner, but we do appreciate your patience and continued support! Please continue to send us emails, postcards and letters! We think of you all often and hope you all are doing well and enjoying the coming of spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, Brenda and Mike (who haven’t worn long johns in a month – yippee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-114299801501136583?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114299801501136583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/114299801501136583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/03/village-in-contrast-observations-of.html' title='A VILLAGE IN CONTRAST &amp; OBSERVATIONS OF LIFE IN CHOLPON ATA'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113672469762655903</id><published>2006-01-08T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:51:37.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steinbrew- A German Beerhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Group%20at%20Steinbrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Group%20at%20Steinbrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having beer and German food with Anne, Tricia and Tricia's staff - and in Kyrgyzstan of all places!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113672469762655903?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672469762655903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672469762655903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/steinbrew-german-beerhouse.html' title='Steinbrew- A German Beerhouse'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113672456070079384</id><published>2006-01-08T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:49:20.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another set of holiday pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Brendas%20director,%20accountant,%20counterpart%20and%20their%20families.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Brendas%20director%2C%20accountant%2C%20counterpart%20and%20their%20families.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Dining%20Out!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Dining%20Out%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20with%20host%20aunt%20and%20new%20kalpak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20with%20host%20aunt%20and%20new%20kalpak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Anne%20and%20Tricia%20at%20Ussa"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Anne%20and%20Tricia%20at%20Ussa%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures include Brenda and her colleagues for a New Years party, Mike with a host aunt with his new traditional Kyrgyz hat, the Kalpak, Anne and Tricia and Us at the Turkish restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113672456070079384?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672456070079384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672456070079384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-set-of-holiday-pictures.html' title='Another set of holiday pictures'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113672430515738686</id><published>2006-01-08T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:53:16.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More holiday pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20dancing%20withhost%20cousin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20dancing%20withhost%20cousin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Playing%20Pictionary2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Playing%20Pictionary2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Passing%20out%20stockings5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Passing%20out%20stockings5.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/New%20Years%20eve%20table4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/New%20Years%20eve%20table4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are more pictures from Christmas Eve - passing out stockings and playing group Pictionary, and New Years Eve - our main dining table and Mike dancing with a host cousin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113672430515738686?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672430515738686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672430515738686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-holiday-pics.html' title='More holiday pics'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113672405934265487</id><published>2006-01-08T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:54:54.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Christmas weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Christmas%20Eve%20Dinner2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Christmas%20Eve%20Dinner2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20new%20Russian%20hats.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20new%20Russian%20hats.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Christmas%20at%20Nurodnies%20in%20Bishkek.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Christmas%20at%20Nurodnies%20in%20Bishkek.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Group%20shot%202.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Group%20shot%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve Pictures, including the Christmas Eve dining table &amp;amp; group, our "stockings" which were traditional Russian and Kyrgyz fur hats, a store in Bishkek and a group photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113672405934265487?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672405934265487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672405934265487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-from-christmas-weekend.html' title='Pictures from Christmas weekend'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113672273725292156</id><published>2006-01-08T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T04:23:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Kyrgyzstan</title><content type='html'>2006 is here and another holiday season has come to a close. We hope you all had a very Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah and a wonderful New Years. Hopefully you were able to take some time this past week to recuperate from all of the joyous festivities. It has been a festive time of year here in Kyrgyzstan as well, complete with parties, too much food, alcoholic beverages and time spent with dear ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas celebrations started earlier in the month of December as we created homemade Christmas decorations for our room, purchased a silver foil tree to hang from our curtain rod (it was cute at only 10 inches tall) and made a few Christmas cards for our friends here in country from scratch. The week before Christmas we had a small gathering of Volunteers who live nearby and we made pizzas from scratch. Not exactly traditional Christmas fare but yummy nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as that we now live in a predominately Muslim society Christmas is not celebrated by most of the population (they have a lot of the secular parts of the holiday season including Santa and gift-giving but these are observed on New Years). Therefore our village was going to be fairly quiet on December 25th. So when we were invited to the capital, Bishkek, to spend the holiday with two friends we jumped at the opportunity. Anne and Tricia live in a very nice apartment and which we dubbed, “The Shangri La of Kyrgyzstan.” Much to our amazement their apartment is furnished with American furniture (including a real queen size bed, with down comforter for guests), a washing machine and a nice hot shower. Tricia has been involved with a microfinance project for the past two years and hence they are able to live at a slightly different level of comfort than volunteers. They both have a wonderful working knowledge of the country and it was fun swapping stories and cultural observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia and Anne had a Christmas Eve party planned for Tricia’s staff, so Friday was spent shopping for all of the food and beverages. It was similar to preparing for a large Christmas feast back home! The stores in the capital have even taken to hanging some holiday decorations and there were live Santa’s positioned around the city. Seeing the city decorations and those in the apartment really helped us get in the mood for the holiday! On Saturday we had a few last minute items to buy and went to the newly re–opened “Beta” store, which was a small Christmas present in its own way! We saw items such as salsa, tobassco sauce, Heinz ketchup, etc! It was like walking into a dream. Once we were loaded up with goodies and our sleigh (OK…. grocery cart) could hold no more, we were on our way back home to prepare for the party. We had a wonderful evening meeting 12 of Tricia’s employees and their guests. All but two of the staff spoke English and/or Kyrgyz, so we were able to not only practice our Kyrgyz but have full conversations with our new friends. The evening consisted of eating tasty delights such as baked chicken marinated in a honey Dijon sauce and covered in walnuts, playing a group version of Pictionary and receiving stockings. In true Christmas tradition, stockings were given out to each of the guests by Tricia and Anne. Thinking that we probably own stockings back home our “stockings” were actually traditional Kyrgyz and Russian fur hats filled with wonderful gifts. It was quite fun watching the guests meticulously open each of their own stockings. And of course towards the end of the party there was dancing. We have yet to attend a party that did not end with most of the group dancing the night away! Tatiana performed a Russian dance for us while her husband sang and played guitar and afterwards Ilona mesmerized us all with her belly dancing. What a wonderful Christmas Eve party it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day was a very relaxing and quiet day in the apartment. We enjoyed morning lattes, relaxing in the living room all decked out with Christmas decorations and music and watched the all-time classic, “Christmas Carol” with George C. Scott. Brenda attempted to make homemade eggnog as well. After a first attempt which became very sweet scrambled eggs, the second batch seemed to come out just right and tasted quite delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week between Dec. 25th and New Years was spent in our village and at various festivities. Brenda was invited by a new local friend to attend the New Years pageant at the local kindergarten. The children were all dressed in costumes (almost like our Halloween) and danced around a decorated Christmas tree while singing traditional Russian holiday songs. Later in the performance Santa arrived and gave out gifts to all of the children. In Russian and Kyrgyz tradition, the decorated tree at New Years time is called a “yolka”. Also during the week all of the schools conducted various performances and activities and Mike was able to view some artwork produced by his students for these end-of-the-year celebrations. Looks like he has some budding artists at his school! Also in accordance to Kyrgyz tradition there are many parties for the New Years holiday and they take place all week long. We attended one party at the home of one of Brenda’s colleagues and didn’t get home that night until 12:30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our New Years Eve was spent with our host family, entertaining friends and eating quite a bit of food. The main dining table, nicely decorated with delicious salads, breads, etc. also had an interesting centerpiece…..a boiled sheep’s head. (Luckily for us it was not the main dish, it truly was a centerpiece) Instead, the main dish consisted of sheep meat and fat chunks ground together into chilled cubes. So when placed before us in individual bowls, the chunks jiggled like jell-o salad. (Thank goodness for the delicious salads and breads!) Right about midnight we went outside to watch the local fireworks being set off and set off a few of our own! The fireworks here are incredible – items that can’t be found in the states were being lit by little village kids! We also enjoyed a champagne toast with our family and hugs all around! After midnight, there was more partying as we traveled around to family member’s houses; dancing, eating and drinking even more. (It is not an option of making it to midnight and going straight to bed, like we used to do back home!!) The family was very gracious and even bestowed New Years gifts upon us; Brenda received 2 new beautiful scarves and Mike received a dress shirt and a new Kalpak – traditional Kyrgyz top hat. So by 4:00 AM we were staggering into bed, mostly from exhaustion. As one might imagine, New Years Day was primarily spent resting and recuperating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After New Years, we traveled to Bishkek to do some work and research for our volunteer assignments. Mike’s school is closed for winter break and Brenda’s office was closed for the holiday as well so we decided to make good use of our time in the capital. The city was still decorated with many Christmas trees, Santa’s on many corners and large stuffed animals and Santa thrones to have your picture taken with. During the week between New Years and Russian Christmas, many businesses are closed or on limited services and many people are still in a holiday, festive mood. Yesterday (January 7) was Christmas in the Russian Orthodox Church as historically it was the day the three Wise Men arrived to Bethlehem. Since we do not know many Russians yet, it was difficult to observe this holiday. From what we understand though, they celebrate by having a nice family dinner and giving gifts to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thrilled to have another invitation to stay at Tricia and Anne’s apartment for the week. Their apartment is ideally situated in the center of the city and was a great home base for our work at the home office, Embassy, Tricia’s office, and various offices of current volunteers whom we visited. In between working we enjoyed a belated New Years meal with Tricia and Anne at a delicious Turkish restaurant, and also a dinner with Tricia’s employees at a German Beer house. There really is an amazing diversity of restaurants in the capital! All in all, we had a great and productive week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the holiday season has come to an end here as it has back home. We have learned that the Kyrgyz people do not hold any parties in January so that people have time to recuperate (both in body and pocketbook)! It was a fun and interesting holiday season for us and we’d like to thank Anne and Tricia for taking us into their home and treating us like family. Even though we miss our family and friends back home, especially at this time of year, being part of a new and different tradition was really special. They really went above and beyond to make our first Christmas in Kyrgyzstan wonderful. THANK YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now gearing up to go back to work, as many of you are. We are motivated to get started with lesson plans, and project plans for our school and community and Kyrgyz tutoring lessons so that we can better assimilate and understand our new home. We expect our year will be fascinating and quite eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope your upcoming year is filled with good times, excitement, success, special memories and most importantly love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you all,&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113672273725292156?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672273725292156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113672273725292156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/holidays-in-kyrgyzstan.html' title='Holidays in Kyrgyzstan'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113639548368206644</id><published>2006-01-04T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:28:24.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20room%20shot%20from%20the%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20room%20shot%20from%20the%20bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Gifted%20Bi-Poks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Gifted%20Bi-Poks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/In%20the%20Banya%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/In%20the%20Banya%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20room%20shot%20from%20head%20of%20bed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20room%20shot%20from%20head%20of%20bed.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mikes%20school%20Director%20and%20Brendas%20colleague.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mikes%20school%20Director%20and%20Brendas%20colleague.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20Kitchen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20Kitchen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Gifted%20Bi-Poks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/In%20the%20Banya%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20room%20shot%20from%20head%20of%20bed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mikes%20school%20Director%20and%20Brendas%20colleague.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20Kitchen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures we wanted to post in 2005 but could not due to internet access being so slow. The first shows one view of our room, followed by the slipper socks we were given by our first host family as a going away present when we left in December (and boy are they warm!), the 3rd is a shot from our banya or bath house, next is a shot of our bedroom, followed by one of Mikes School Director sitting with Brendas colleague and Brenda, and lastly here is a picture of our kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113639548368206644?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113639548368206644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113639548368206644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-from-2005.html' title='Pictures from 2005'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113413038234959349</id><published>2005-12-09T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T04:13:02.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics from Cholpon Ata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20keeping%20warm%20with%20fancy%20bipoks.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20keeping%20warm%20with%20fancy%20bipoks.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Views%20around%20Cholpon%20Ata.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Views%20around%20Cholpon%20Ata.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Cholpon%20Ata%20current%20house.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Cholpon%20Ata%20current%20house.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check 'em out...  Top left is view behind our house, 2nd is Mike in our little room, 3rd is our house from the front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113413038234959349?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113413038234959349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113413038234959349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-pics-from-cholpon-ata.html' title='Some pics from Cholpon Ata'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113401527497508227</id><published>2005-12-07T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:14:34.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Cholpon-Ata: A Mountain &amp; Lake Town</title><content type='html'>Cholpon Ata, a town nestled between towering peaks on one side and a picturesque huge blue lake on the other is a fabulous location to be settling into.  And though it may sound romantic to some, reality after P.C. training has begun to sink in.  We’d like to share our observations and experiences with you.  We hope this gives you a sense of what our life is like and will be like for the next two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we live among local people we realize that our life is still different from theirs.  For example; we know when and where our next paycheck will come from, how much it will be for (we are paid average by local standards), and thus how much we can budget for food, other necessities, and maybe some extras.  Many local Kyrgyz work as drivers, sellers, or laborers and their wages fluctuate daily.  Also there are fewer double wage-earning households then in the States as we saw from our last host family.  Our mother did not work outside of the home (there was far too much to do at the house for a family of 5, plus us) and the family depended on our fathers trucking business which unfortunately was not always steady work.  There are times in some of the poorer locals’ lives where the only food in the house is oil, potatoes and onions.  All this makes us feel fortunate when we start missing the conveniences of our life in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awake between 6:30-7:00 am Monday – Friday.  First on the agenda is usually a bathroom stop which is located outside of our house in its own separate building.  Though we have a flushing toilet (and an outhouse) toilet paper is not allowed down the drain so a small trash can is located nearby.  Every couple of days the trash can is emptied and the paper is used as fuel for the fires that are needed to heat our host mothers’ house or for the banya (monchu in Kyrgyz).  Then it is off to the kitchen, located in another building, to brush our teeth and wash our face and hands.  Luckily we have the option for hot water in this house by flicking a power switch which heats the water (totally amazing by the way!).  Many homes, including our last one, did not have this option.  Hot water was only supplied if the kettle had been on long enough to heat some. We also put the tea kettle on our one electric burner in order to enjoy morning Chai and sometimes oatmeal.  (Everything here takes about twice as long, so we usually need 30-45 minutes to bring a kettle of water to a boil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We return to our room to dress, finish getting ready and get our bags ready for the day – school and teaching supplies for Mike and Kyrgyz language study materials for Brenda.  (Currently we are wearing 2-3 layers of shirts and two layers of pants to keep warm.  These layers will increase as the winter weather gets even colder and we will not be removing our coats at work.)  Also it is not hard to figure out what to wear for the day as it is the norm to wear the same outfit all for several days in a row, though we still maintain switching out our underwear daily!  Thank heaven for deodorant and body spray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly to describe our room and its contents: It is cozy at 8’ X 9’, we have a two door wardrobe which hold 6 hangars on each side for each of us to use, 1 piano which is acting as a bookshelf, and a bed that is slightly bigger than a twin and our electric recirculating oil heater (from PC).  And just yesterday Brenda hung up our language signs and some homemade Christmas decorations to perk up the place and make it homey.  We also have access to a second similar size room which we store our food stuffs, baggage, extra books and our Peace Corps issued water filter/distiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it is back into the kitchen to make breakfast.  Thus far this has consisted of a generic version of Frosted Flakes, oatmeal or fried eggs and sometimes fruit.  Not sure if in the future this will change a lot for weekday mornings since there is not much time and it takes quite awhile to prepare any type of food.  For instance, any water or milk we drink must be fully boiled first which is different from our past life.  Another interesting thing to note about cooking is that so far we have learned that any food stuff particles are composted (or given to pets) but other garbage must be hand carried out of the compound to a garbage site down the street (our old family burned every bit of trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast on Tuesdays-Thursdays Mike walks down the street in the dark (they do not observe daylight savings time anymore) to catch a taxi or marshrutka (mini bus/van) to school which is about a 5-10 minute drive away and starts at 8AM.  (He hopes in the warmer weather to buy a bicycle and then ride to school).  The view from the drive is pretty and he gets to see the sun beginning to rise over Lake Issuk Kul, truly a sight to behold!  This week he has been observing classes, but beginning next week he will teach 3 days a week to 9-11 graders (the 12th grade is the first year of university here).  Mondays and Fridays will be used for lesson planning, grading papers, and he will also start up two English clubs for students and teachers to practice their conversational English.  He has his work cut out for him as there has not been an English teacher for these grades for some time and there are no school books to utilize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda uses the next hour to wash dishes, tidy up our room, start the water filter (which takes 4 hours to make one jug of drinkable water), study, read, etc.  Before leaving the house she turns down our electric heater to 2-3 (out of 5) to keep the room from returning to freezer status, locks the padlocks on each of our doors, and heads out around 8:45am to walk 10-15 minutes to her office at Altenai, which is a women’s crisis center.  On any given day she hears roosters crowing, says hello to the random dogs, cows and horses she meets along the way and takes in the smell of coal burning, as this is the main source for heating homes here.  Thus far this week she has observed her colleague provide a seminar to local high school students on domestic violence and has used the rest of the time to study the Kyrgyz language and catch up on other to-do’s.  Brenda has no English-speaking counterpart at her office so the communication between her and her co-workers is still quite limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we may drop by the internet café, post office, or shop at the local bazaar or magazine (small locally owned stores).  If we have no errands to run before dark, we use the time to study Kyrgyz.  In the coming weeks we will be finding a tutor to help accelerate our learning which we will try to squeeze into our weekday evenings or possibly weekend time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home we slip off our normal shoes and put on our rubber slippers which are used for walking within our compound.  Inside the house even these are removed and we wear either our normal inside fluffy slippers or our handmade knitted socks (called bi-poks) which were given to us as going away gifts from our last family.  Dinner so far has taken about 1.5 hours to prepare, whether it is fried potatoes and hot dogs, spaghetti or oatmeal.  So we usually try to start dinner between 5-6pm so we are not eating too late.  We plan on learning to cook some local dishes, some of which are really quite tasty.  If our host mom is around, we chat with her over steaming cups of chai about our days, the weather etc.  After dinner and cleaning the dishes we retire to our room, which is the only warm place to go and either read, study, write in journals, chat, or occasionally watch a DVD on our computer.  And around 10:30pm our day comes to an end as we snuggle closely on our cozy little bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends will have a slightly different routine as we can sleep in a bit later; enjoy a leisurely breakfast with French Press coffee for Mike then travel around and visit nearby villages and other Volunteers.  We may also enjoy a meal at a local café with Volunteers or go to one of the neighboring village’s bazaars.  We have used Sunday to wash our clothes which can take up to two hours (for a medium size load) to wash by hand, though this amount of time does not take into consideration the days it takes to dry the clothes on the line.  But after the back breaking work of washing jeans and other clothes we enjoy a relaxing banya.  We are finding we like the banya more than a stand up shower.  We use less water, stay very warm, breath in wonderful steam, and relax on one of the 2 wooden benches and reenergize ourselves.  Not too shabby!  We hope that we can keep up this weekly tradition but if not, there is always the warm sponge bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bazaars….they can be quite the hectic and crazy scene and one must always be aware and prepared to hang out with hundreds of your new close friends.  While slightly imposing at first, they are also quite exciting and colorful places to absorb the local scene.  First there are FILLED with tons of people, some walking very quickly with a purpose and others just meandering around.  There are usually some dubious looking folks who drive one to clutch one’s wallet while passing by, though we have not had any issues yet (we have been warned that there are many pickpockets at bazaars, not unlike shopping malls in the States).  Next, the bazaars are divided by narrow lanes (kind of like an aisle) and are a mix between pavement with huge potholes and uneven dirt roads.  The bazaars are outdoors and thus open to the elements which can also affect the quality of the lanes, from good and solid to muddy and slick.  So between finding your way through the hordes of people one must watch their step so you don’t twist an ankle.  Many vendors sell the same item so comparison shopping between several stalls and a little haggling ensures the best price.  Eventually we will know the vendors better and by name and hopefully won’t have to shop around as much.  Also, you must carry everything in your own bags…there are no grocery carts here!  The plastic bags that people buy to carry their wares are wild – everything from pictures of scantily clad women to Mickey Mouse to Italian fashion labels.  Buying just a handful of items can take hours and be a little tiring (picture holiday shopping at the busy malls- with uneven footing- and no nearby coffee shop to reenergize us!).   We wouldn’t trade them for the world though as we gain a whole new perspective on how people shop.  To say the least it is always an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking Around Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk around town it is becoming more familiar to us and there are some familiar faces, but we still stand out (and always will).  We simply don’t look Kyrgyz or Russian plus we have backpacks which are very unusual for adults here.  Brenda has been told on more than one occasion that she looks like a Tartar (another ethnic group) and Mike was mistaken for a Russian only when he grew a beard in October (a P.C. Volunteer contest called “Stash-Tober”), but for the most part we look like foreigners.  So with that come the glances or glares and the astonished looks when we speak in Kyrgyz.  But we hope and think that with time we will blend into the community more….just yesterday some kids from Mike’s school recognized him as we walked through town and called out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we look different but we carry ourselves differently.  We have noticed the locals have a different style of walking that we can’t quite imitate, they do not smile as often (especially for pictures they always look serious) and usually couples do not hold hands as we do when we walk.  We are fortunate that this is a liberal Muslim culture and our hand holding, though it may look odd or different, is not met with disapproval.  Local school-age girls are the only folks we see holding hands in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about ourselves.  We are the minority in this country being expat volunteers with paid expenses.  Had we been a local many things may have been different in our daily routine.  Some of those differences might include:&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on a tushuk (or sleeping pad) and not a bed, next to 2 or more family members in a chilly room.&lt;br /&gt;Utilizing the outdoor outhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Having to milk the cow or take the cows to pasture.&lt;br /&gt;Having to put large barrels in a wheelbarrow to take down the street to fill up for water for the house.&lt;br /&gt;Not brushing teeth – it does not seem to be a regular daily activity for many locals.&lt;br /&gt;Not switching out undergarments daily.&lt;br /&gt;Eating left over cold meat from last nights dinner, or only bread and jam, for breakfast.  There may not be much food or many options for breakfast in the house.&lt;br /&gt;As a female Brenda may stay home all day and prepare different meals, clean the house, wash the clothes, shop at the bazaar or visit a neighbor to buy milk and eggs from.  Some females do work, in the schools, stores, non-profit organizations, medical clinics, etc – so a local females day would greatly vary.&lt;br /&gt;As a male, Mike would possibly tend the animals if we had any and then go off to work as a taxi driver, store keeper, teacher, government employee, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Many locals do not frequent the internet cafes or dining cafes as their budgets do not allow for these extra activities.  A visit to the post is rare as well.&lt;br /&gt;In the evenings, as we have seen with our current host mother, one may go ‘guesting’ at friend’s houses which can last several hours and is one source of fairly inexpensive entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are work days for many people and Sundays are the only day to get some extra sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope from this entry you can begin picturing our life in the small town of Cholpon Ata (we can still picture everyone back home!).  Drop us a line via email whenever you can, we always love to hear from folks and hear what is going on back at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well on the other side of the world and you are all enjoying the holiday season!  (Speaking of which, they do not celebrate Christmas here, so we will have to make our own sort of holiday- quiet, cozy and reflective.  New Years is a big holiday with people dressing up in costume and parties-should be interesting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Brenda &amp;amp; Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113401527497508227?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113401527497508227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113401527497508227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-in-cholpon-ata-mountain-lake-town.html' title='Life in Cholpon-Ata: A Mountain &amp; Lake Town'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113359050606275519</id><published>2005-12-02T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:15:06.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Oath</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, it's official now.  Mike and Brenda have become volunteers after our swearing in ceremony December 1st in Tokmok, near our old village!  Many officials were present including some Kyrgyz ministers and the Ambassador so we felt a little pomp and circumstance for the occasion.  Our families and PC staff were also in attendance and after swearing our oaths we heralded the audience with a song in Kyrgyz.  They clapped for us, which was quite charitable of them since we think our accents are still a little bit (ok, a lot) off the mark.  After the ceremony we were able to mingle with our families before our last goodbyes.  Many of us shed some tears as we left our host families.  When we parted, we really realized how close we had become - they are our Kygyz families.  We plan to visit when we can, possibly over the New Year... but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;We stayed one night in Bishkek and visited the Ambassador's residence and had some wonderful food!  Then to our hotel to spend one last night with the other 56 volunteers before scattering around the country to our permanent sites.  We still can't believe that our training is over and that we start work in a couple of days.  It still has a surreal quality to it, but we are really excited at the same time to begin contributing in a more substantial way.&lt;br /&gt;More to come later, we have some unpacking to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all!&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113359050606275519?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113359050606275519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113359050606275519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/12/taking-oath.html' title='Taking the Oath'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113221843103800609</id><published>2005-11-17T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:24:10.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talas Region Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Livestock%20traffic%20on%20the%20move.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Livestock%20traffic%20on%20the%20move.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Talas%20Mountains%204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Talas%20Mountains%204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Yurts%20beside%20Talas%20Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Yurts%20beside%20Talas%20Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more pictures from our October visit to Talas region: mountainous and very dry this time of year but beautiful in that Central Asia kind of way...   First shot on left is a Kyrgyz traffic jam of livestock taken from our taxi window.  Second is the mountains and last shot is  a yurt from some of the nomadic folks, the yurts are gone from the high country now as snows begin to blanke these same slopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M+B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113221843103800609?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113221843103800609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113221843103800609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/11/talas-region-pictures.html' title='Talas Region Pictures'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113221884239096309</id><published>2005-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:14:02.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Photos from Burana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Kyrgyz%20concert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Kyrgyz%20concert.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Burana%20Tower%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Burana%20Tower%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Building%20Yurt%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Building%20Yurt%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics, these from our Cultural day at Burana Tower, site of a pre-islamic civ.  We saw a traditional music concert, built a yurt, climbed the ancient tower, and had a Kyrgyz feast with freshly slaughtered lamb.  Pretty cool experience all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;M+B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113221884239096309?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113221884239096309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113221884239096309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/11/culture-photos-from-burana.html' title='Culture Photos from Burana'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113196204194626185</id><published>2005-11-14T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:48:06.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things not found in Kyrgyzstan that might be nice to have...</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased with our site placement being set amongst beautiful mountains with skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. Pretty lucky and plush relative to the developing nature of the rest of the country. We are even more glad that we have spent time in our rural village to give us a well rounded picture of Kyrgyzstan.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it is still a poor area coupled with somewhat higher prices so we are cinching our belts! Some folks have asked us what us poor starving (for emphasis, ha ha) Peace Corps Volunteers might be missing in Kyrgyzstan/Xmas ideas so, if this is you then read on.&lt;br /&gt;First - come to Kyrgyzstan, the best gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;Other ideas if so inclined:&lt;br /&gt;All In One saline solution - New!&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter - New!&lt;br /&gt;Kleenex / Paper Towels - New!&lt;br /&gt;Shout Wipes&lt;br /&gt;Baby Wipes&lt;br /&gt;Pancake Mix&lt;br /&gt;Syrup&lt;br /&gt;Spices: Cumin, Vanilla, Chile Powder, Cardamom, Corriander, Oregano - New!&lt;br /&gt;Taco, burrito seasoning mixes&lt;br /&gt;Flour Tortillas - Desperately!&lt;br /&gt;Dehydrated refried beans&lt;br /&gt;Cereal - Frosted Flakes or Raisin Bran&lt;br /&gt;Febreeze (so our buddies don't have to smell us)&lt;br /&gt;Body spray (see above)&lt;br /&gt;Powdered Chai Mix&lt;br /&gt;Jello&lt;br /&gt;Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Instant Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;Hot Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;Strong Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;Blue Pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, if you haven't dropped us a line, we would love to hear from you!!&lt;br /&gt;For those sending things, be sure to note our new address will be on an upcoming email, don't use the old one.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the fiberpacking tape is the best to use as it effectively deters mail fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone and have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113196204194626185?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113196204194626185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113196204194626185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-not-found-in-kyrgyzstan-that.html' title='Things not found in Kyrgyzstan that might be nice to have...'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113186820129365813</id><published>2005-11-13T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:52:56.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultural stuff: Our daily life plus exciting NEWS!</title><content type='html'>Since arriving in Kyrgyzstan we have been able to witness several cultural events. First, the Peace Corps sponsored “Cultural Day” at the nearby historical site of Burana. Burana once sat on the lively Silk Route. Originally built in the 10th century, the famous Burana Tower now only stands about half of its initial 45 meters, weakened by years of invasion and stripped by Russian settlers. Though it is smaller than it was in the height of Silk Route trading, it still provides a great view of the nearby mountains and was a fabulous setting for the day.&lt;br /&gt;The morning began with a prayer which was quickly followed with the slaughtering of a sheep for lunch. We were then sent on our way to go through the museum, explore the surrounding area which contains about 80 burial stones brought from all over Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan and climb the tower. Walking and climbing helped ensure an appetite for our special picnic which consisted of Kyrgyz borsok (tiny pastries), fruit, plov (rice with carrots and fresh sheep meat), kumis (the national beverage of mare’s milk) and small candies; all laid out beautifully on our picnic tablecloths and surrounded by handmade tushuks. After lunch we were treated to a Kyrgyz and Russian music concert, accompanied by traditional dancing, and also national horse games, such as their version of rugby on horseback (using a sheep carcass as the ball) and wrestling while on horseback. Once must be an excellent horse rider to participate in these games! The day was filled with sunshine and an appreciation for the culture of the Kyrgyz people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago the Peace Corps sent each trainee to another village within Kyrgyzstan to visit a current Volunteer and to also see another part of the country. We were sent to the western oblast (section of the country) of Talas. It was a beautiful 7 hour drive from our current village and filled with magnificent mountain views, as we went over two mountain passes. In Talas we stayed with a married Volunteer couple and their host family. We had a terrific visit and were able to see first hand what life will be like for us in one month’s time. One of our Volunteers taught in the local Russian school and the other was helping to build a women’s crisis center. So while Brenda watched a wall be built, Mike was in the classroom observing and even teaching! We were lucky to visit Talas during the bean harvesting season and came home with 5 kilograms of red and pinto beans. (Since then we have made American chili for our host family which was a great success among the adults. Our host brothers thought it was too spicy!) On our way back from Talas we were caught in sheep and horse traffic jam, as the shepherds moved the animals from higher pastures to the valley. What a great view out of the taxi window; it looked as if we were in the middle of a sea of animals and we could reach out and pet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after arriving back to our village our host family suffered a major loss with the passing of our host father’s father (grandfather is Chong Ata is Kyrgyz). Chong Ata had been living in the room next to ours and it seemed that he had been ill for quite some time. We hope he is in a better place now and no longer suffering. Upon his death, the family and neighbors constructed two yurts in our yard, one to hold the huge amounts of guests who arrived to pay their respects and the other, which was ornately decorated, to hold Chong Ata’s body while in laid in state for 3 days. During those three days there was much crying and many guests at our house. On the 3rd day they carried his body to the local cemetery (Kyrgyz people are normally buried in the birth village) and all of the men of the village accompanied the men of the family for the burial. As the body was carried down the road, the women remained at the house where they wailed and cried in unison. Then the daughters of Chong Ata retired to the special yurt to be comforted by friends and family and to rest. Mike and our fellow male trainees were encouraged to join in the burial services and watched as each man shoveled dirt and helped to bury Chong Ata. (The gravesites resemble small individual yurts at the end.) Before and after the actual burial all men took part in kneeling and praying with the Muslim religious leader. Upon returning home the men knelt again before Chong Ata’s yurt for another prayer. Once the formalities had concluded all of the guests dispersed to various homes in the village for a special luncheon, consisting of Besh Barmak-the national dish. The yurts remained in place for several days afterward where guests could visit. Last week we attended a luncheon at a café in the capital city of Bishkek which the family hosted for 100 guests, to honor Chong Ata’s passing. At this point the ground where he laid in state is still marked with stones in our yard; however we are unsure of any future remembrances. We believe there are special occasion’s held after 40 days from his passing and again at the one-year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month has also been the celebration of Ramadan where Muslims fast during daylight hours. Many Muslims in Kyrgyzstan, including our family, do not adhere to the strict guidelines of fasting. However, we were able to observe one of visited Volunteers and his host mother observe the fasting rules. (They awoke at 4:30 am every day during our visit for breakfast and did not eat or drink anything again until about 7:30 pm.) The fasting is to continue for 30 days (1 month) of the holiday. Yesterday marked the end of Ramadan and the beginning of the holiday “Ait” (as it is called here), where there is much feasting, visiting and gift exchanging. We were fortunate to have been invited along for “konok” (or guesting) last night. We left around 6:30 pm, visited two of our host families friends, ate meals at each house and returned home around midnight. Boy do they know how to throw a progressive dinner! We were also very touched by the sentiment of one family friend who gave Mike a kalpak (traditional Kyrgyz hat) and Brenda a beautiful pink juulyyk (women’s headscarf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another celebration which occurred during this time was Halloween. Granted it is an American holiday, but we did do our best to try to introduce the concept to our host family and the school children. Our fellow trainees all gathered to carve pumpkins last weekend and we even baked the seeds! Our family seemed to appreciate the jack-o-lantern and our younger host brothers carried the lit pumpkin around trying to scare us! On Halloween we had to say good-bye to our first language teacher, as Peace Corps rotates the teacher’s mid-training. So we decided to throw a going-away/Halloween party that night. To prepare we went to the bazaar and purchased three live chickens for our bar-b-que dinner. Luckily one of the host families mom and son assisted in the killing and cleaning of the chickens, so that some of us trainees were spared from getting to know our dinner too well! We all enjoyed garlic mashed potatoes, 3 flavors of bar-b-que chicken and a tomato, bell pepper and onion salad that night. Not your typical Halloween bash, but then again we are in Kyrgyzstan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we have now been here for about 6 weeks and our village is beginning to feel like home. We know quite a few of the faces around the village, have figured out the crazy bus schedule, know how to avoid being run over at night by drunk donkey cart drivers, have been excelling in language class and have even taken to petting the local horses and playing cards at night with some of the town folk. We are sad to know that in a month’s time we will be moving from here and having to adjust to a new village and family. Our current family has been awesome in every sense and way and has even asked us to join them next year for their family vacation at Issyk-Kul Lake. Which, as we found on Friday, may be quite easy for us to do considering where we have been placed. Yes, we are keeping you waiting, just as we have been kept waiting for 1 ½ months…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may we have the envelope please?......We have been stationed in Cholpon Ata Village, located on the northern shore of Lake Issyk-Kul, and considered to be the number one tourist destination in Kyrgyzstan (and possibly Central Asia). So if anyone is thinking of visiting us, we are only about 4 hours drive from the capital, Bishkek. Cholpon Ata enjoys wonderful summers, for which to enjoy the sandy beaches and lake and not too harsh of winters. Mountains are nearby which are great for hiking and horse trekking. Though this all may sound fabulous we still are in a developing country and Mike will have his work cut out for him at the local school and Brenda will be working with a women’s crisis center. Outside of work hours we will creating our own secondary projects to meet the needs of our community, such as English or business clubs, creating a community center, working to inform the community about basic general health issues, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much brings us up to date on life in the Peace Corps in Kyrgyzstan! We hope this latest blog entry has been interesting for you, as we are constantly amazed with this country and are always learning more about it and from its people. We think of everyone back home often and are sending good thoughts and well wishes to all of you! Drop us a line if you get a free minute…. we always welcome any emails, letters, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113186820129365813?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113186820129365813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113186820129365813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/11/cultural-stuff-our-daily-life-plus.html' title='Cultural stuff: Our daily life plus exciting NEWS!'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113186904766732791</id><published>2005-11-13T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:04:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Mike%20teaching%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Mike%20teaching%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/B%20and%20Amy%20with%20Colt%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/B%20and%20Amy%20with%20Colt%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more pics: Mike teaching, Brenda with Amy and pony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113186904766732791?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113186904766732791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113186904766732791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-113021168247665635</id><published>2005-10-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:55:59.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After one month</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made it through our first month here in Kyrgyzstan although many times we feel like we have been here for years. Having so many new and utterly different experiences every day makes it seem like a longer period of time somehow. It is the middle of October and here in Kyrgyzstan the leaves are turning gold and red just as we imagine they are doing back in the States. The tops of the nearby mountains are snow-capped, days are warm and evenings are cool. Though we are often reminded of Colorado by the scenery, there are so many differences in our life here that it is not long before we remember that we are half way around the world in Central Asia sandwiched between China and Kazakstan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Typical DayÂ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a Kyrgyz home with a village Kyrgyz family is a unique and wonderful experience. We awake, dress and go outside to use the outhouse. We then walk over to an outdoor wash basin to wash our face, hands and teeth and attempt to make sense of our bed-heads (It is considered rude to arrive at breakfast without washing your face and brushing your teeth.). Showers are non-existent, Banya sponge bathing is normally twice a week and very much anticipated. The Banya is a wonderful place/event and when it is hot enough, we steam and sit for a while... ahhhÂ.. Thank you Mother Russia for that one.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we set off down our one-lane paved road to our language class, held in our Language FacilitatorÂs host familyÂs home. The sheep and cows are usually walking themselves to the pastures and older men and women pass us on their donkey or horse drcartsarts. The town bus (an old -1960Âs Soviet-style bus, with bullet holes in the windows and doors that are temperamental and donÂt fully close) drives by once an hour and occasionally a Mercedes, Audi, or Lada zips past as well (most are old Ladas). Many people walk or take the bus as both gasoline and cars are expensive here. Tea time is a well-honored tradition and is normally around 10:00. We really have gotten accustomed to this tradition and now count down the minutes (in Pavlovian-fashion) until teatime! We think the US could learn something from the Kyrgyz and their teatimes as it provides a great communal break but more on tea laterÂ&lt;br /&gt;If we are in school in our village then our group will eat lunch at one of the host familyÂs houses. We return for more language which ends close to 5:00. Second tea time (they are turning us into to hobbits with this multiple meal thing as some food as served at every tea-time.) is normally served as soon as we arrive home. We chat with our host family for a while then head to our room for a little studying until dinner. Dinner is always a community affair and many other family members or neighbors drop in at a moments notice to eat with us, another wonderful communal aspect of the culture. We practice our broken, yet steadily improving, Kyrgyz with everyone and with the addition of a little charades, have managed some wonderful conversations. Folks are very curious about America just as we are about Kyrgyzstan.&lt;br /&gt;At night we retire to our private bedroom while our Kyrgyz family all sleeps in one room on tooshuks. The Kyrgyz tooshuks are absolutely beautiful! Tooshuks are long, ornately sewn padded mats. They are used to sit on during meals and then turned over for sleeping on. Brenda had the opportunity to watch some of the women in our family sew a tooshuk and was amazed at the detail and intricacy of the patterns that it involves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrgyz Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breakfasts usually consist of eggs and sausage or boiled rice or some sort of hot grain cereal. At every meal of every day we are served hot tea and bread. Bread is considered sacred here and hence it is considered rude to not to eat even a small slice whenever ÂguestingÂ at a friends or neighbors house (even if you just stop by!) The Kyrgyz table always has several types of homemade fruit jams, sugar, a plate of candy and cookies, butter, and copious amounts of tea and bread. A few words on tea: It is rare if we are served a beverage other than tea with a meal. When it does occur it is normally at dinner and the choices may include, Nescafe, vodka, or beer. Drinking is an issue with many folks in Kyrgyzstan but we are blessed with a wonderful family who adhere pretty strictly to the principal of moderation. Kyrgyz tend to avoid drinking cold water and some folks link the drinking of cold beverages to becoming ill. Much importance is placed upon being and staying warm as crucial to oneÂs health. If one becomes ill, the village scuttle will definitely include remarks about the person not dressing warmly enough or not drinking enough hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;Back to foodÂ There are no cafes in town, so lunch does not present too many options. Lunch has varied between the national dish of Besh Barmak, which is not our favorite as it consists of animal meat (often horse), fat, and entrails boiled with oily noodles (not exactly moms cooking as we are used to!), to vegetable and beef soup and from meat and rice filled red bell peppers to meat (or pumpkin) dumplings called ÂmontuÂ which are excellent. Our dinners have consisted of similar dishes and we have been introduced to quite a few others-many with noodles and meat and one which they call ÂKyrgyz pizzaÂ, which is cheese and potato filled bread. In lieu of desserts, at every meal, cookies and candy are served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chores and daily activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily and weekly chores consist of getting water from the city pumps and filling the familyÂs water tanks, throwing out the dirty water, cutting wood which is used to stoke up the many fires that are used for cooking or heating water for bathing, tending the cows, cleaning the many area rugs throughout the house, shopping at the local bazaars and cooking from scratch for every meal. Two days ago Brenda watched as our host mother appeared to set the dogÂs (Rex) house on fire. She decided to investigate and was interested to learn that it was not the RexÂs house at all, but was instead an outdoor oven used for baking bread. Hay was burned to heat the oven and then smoked out. The oven retained enough heat to bake the 60 individual breads in about 2 hours. The family got a lot of laughs from BrendaÂs adventure and laughed even harder when she call the bread ÂRex NaanÂ! Mike has helped on several occasions to cut wood for cooking in the ÂkazanÂ (a VERY large outdoor, cooking pot) and changing the water in our outdoor sink and Banya.&lt;br /&gt;Laundry is a hand washing affair and one weekÂs worth normally takes two of us about 2 Â½ hours. It is rare for men to do housework so Mike is a little bit of a novelty, but they are getting used to the fact that Americans do many things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thatÂs all for now. We hope all of you are doing well and look forward to hearing from you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-113021168247665635?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113021168247665635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/113021168247665635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-one-month.html' title='After one month'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112919733700037116</id><published>2005-10-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:55:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting acquained with Kyrgyzstan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Parkers%20at%20Burana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Parkers%20at%20Burana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Co%20Volunteers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Co%20Volunteers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Our%20villages%20cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Our%20villages%20cemetery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Feast%20with%20Host%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Feast%20with%20Host%20family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/Burana%20Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/Burana%20Tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! We have now been in our village, Ak-Beshim, for about 3 weeks. We are having a great time getting to know our helpful, gracious and humorous host family (see outsie picnic picture)and getting settled. It has been an interesting few weeks trying to get to know our family and tell them about ourselves. It is terrific that we all have a sense of humor as I am not always sure we are correctly understanding one another or that we are properly communicating to them. I am sure on several occassions we have said we need to go into the cow (since house and cow are VERY similar in Kyrgyz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been keeping very busy attending language classes 4 days a week, technical/job training 1 day a week and culture training 1 day a week. Yes, that means we are in class 6 out of 7 days! On an avergae day we are up between 6-7AM and eating breakfast of some sort, (whether it be eggs, prorridge or just yesterday Mike was served spicy ramen noodles!) and then off to school until 5PM or so.  In the evening we either are busy doing homework, studying with trainees(see group picture) in our village or trying to talk with our host family.  On Sundays we usually are busy washing clothes by hand and enjoying a monchuu-or banya (like a hot steam room with buckets filled with cold and hot water to bathe in).  As you may be thinking or questioning, yes that means we bathe on average 1 tiem  aweek, though this week we were able to have a warm sponge bathe mid-week.  So the baby powder, wet-wipes and perfume/cologne are coming in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we had a field trip to the hostorical site of Burana and were able to climb the tower which was used in the Silk Rpad trading days.  Also we slaughtered a sheep for lunch, watched traditional dancing and games and listened to Kyrgyz and Russian music.  It was a beautiful day as you can see from the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we both took a marshrootka (mini-van taxi) ride for 7 hours each way to the western city of Talas to visit another Volunteer couple for 4 days.  It was a fabulous drive over two mountain passes and a great break from classroom training.  Instead we shadowed each Volunteer at their jobs, one at an NGO and the other at a school, which was quite enlightening.  Mike even taught an English class!  We believe winter is on its way, as we were lightly snowed on during the ride back.  The ride back was quite an adventure as we enjoyed a Russian cafe lunch with our Kyrgyz driver and we were caught in a traffic jam of herds of horses and sheep coming down from the alpine pastures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead, on November 2nd we will learn where our permanent site (city, village) will be and then the following week we will visit our new homes for a few days.  We have interviews next week for both job and site locations to help determine where we will end up living.  Should be an exciting month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone is doing great back home and we think of you all often.  We have enjoyed the emails we have received from you and appreciate all of the updates and kind words of encouragement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay well (Kyrgyz saying), Brenda and Mike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112919733700037116?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112919733700037116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112919733700037116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/10/getting-acquained-with-kyrgyzstan.html' title='Getting acquained with Kyrgyzstan'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112796806587819214</id><published>2005-09-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:27:45.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days With Our Kyrgyz Host Family and Village</title><content type='html'>We have now settled in with our wonderful host family in our small rural farming village.  We have a host mother, father and 4 brothers ranging in ages from 9 to 20.  Three of our brothers live at home with us and are a joy to be around.  Everything we heard about the Kyrgyzstani being wonderful hosts, cooks, and all around warm and friendly people was true, and then some!  They have a very broad definition of family and everyone is included, including us American Volunteers.  On a regular basis we are escorted from home to home, home to school, fed enormous amounts of food (there seems to be about 4 meals a day, plus additional tea-times-would be great to be a hobbit!!!) and generally looked after.  We have felt very welcomed and are amazed we have only been with our new family less than one week.  Additionally, in our village there are four other volunteers who live with their own host families and we all see each other on a very regular basis, for school and meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of meals, since we imagine you are wondering about the food…..it is yummy!  We have eaten some of the most delicious tomatoes and apples ever.  We have been served fried eggs, scrambled eggs with meat (from cow…no horse meat yet), stroganoff type meals, stuffed red peppers and delicious homemade breads and jams.  Also, Brenda is in heaven since the chai, or tea, is out of this world.  Mike also has been enjoying the tea but hopes to set up his French press soon and share coffee with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have begun intensive, and we mean INTENSIVE, training of the Kyrgyz Language, Culture, and Technical Job training.  Our Language and Cultural Facilitator, Kanakei (a Kyrgyz native) also lives in our village and is helping us adjust and teach us to write and speak in Kyrgyz.  They use the Cyrillic alphabet which has been quite a shift for us but we are beginning to read some of it already.  It will be handy since we can use it to read Russian which is widely used here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyrgyzstan is absolutely beautiful and we are located in a broad valley between some very high mountains.  Horses are everywhere so between the mountains and the horses, we are pretty well covered with recreational activities for Mike and Brenda respectively (when we get some time….).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now!  We hope everything is well for everyone back home!  Be sure to drop us an email when you get a minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112796806587819214?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112796806587819214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112796806587819214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-days-with-our-kyrgyz-host-family.html' title='First Days With Our Kyrgyz Host Family and Village'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112718650742862413</id><published>2005-09-20T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:30:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival In Kyrgyzstan</title><content type='html'>Salam! Hello! We have arrived into Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, after 22 hours of traveling. We had a quick 4 hours of sleep at the lovely Hotel Issyk-Kul before awakening Sunday to a SPECTACULAR view outside of our hotel room. There before us were magnificent structures (in Manas Village) created for the 1000 year celebration of Manas - the country’s beloved hero. Beyond the historical park were grand mountains still sporting snowcapped peaks. The Peace Corps staff took it easy on us that first day with a few general overview meetings and also smaller group rotations, which allowed us to get to know some of the Peace Corps staff and various areas of competencies we will be taught, i.e. cultural norms, cuisine, dress, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was filled with anxiety and excitement as we learned what language we will be taught and what village we will live in for the next 11 weeks. We were thrilled to be placed in a Kyrgyz language group and to find out we will be living with a family near the town of Tokmok (which is 70km outside of Bishkek). The majority of Monday was spent learning basic greetings, words and phrases of our new language so that hopefully we can politely greet our host families-which takes place on Tuesday. (Wish us luck that we don’t get too tongue tied!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these last few days we have been introduced to a variety of different foods and beverages, all of which have been interesting and which we believe we will grow to have a fondness for. Already we are addicted to their fabulous chai (tea) which is served with every meal and at afternoon tea time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we are in the city to connect with family and friends back home to let you know we have made it safely and also to buy flowers before meeting our new host families for lunch. The people of Kyrgyzstan so far have been very helpful, friendly and welcoming. So it is with some relief we are going to meet our family, but also with a tad bit of apprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going forward we know our next 11 weeks will be busy with becoming fluent in the language and adjusting to our new home. We miss you all (and in fact have already shown some of the Kyrgyz nationals our photos of friends and family) and hope you are all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112718650742862413?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112718650742862413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112718650742862413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/arrival-in-kyrgyzstan.html' title='Arrival In Kyrgyzstan'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112683704823313379</id><published>2005-09-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:17:29.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage!</title><content type='html'>We have finished our 2 days of training in Philly and are feeling quite at peace now.  We have met some wonderful co-trainees and have learned that we will be placed in the same training village and will learn the same language (though still not sure if it will be Russian or Kyrgyz).  So needless to say some of fears have been laid to rest with this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here we will load buses Friday morning at 10AM and ride to JFK Airport in New York.  Our Delta flight departs around 5:30pm and will take about 10 hours before we arrive in Instanbul, Turkey.  We will have a fun time for 6 hours in the Istanbul airport getting to know our fellow trainees before boarding a Turkish Airlines flight to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan.  We will land at 1AM on Sunday (Bishkek time) after a 5 hour flight.  So as you can see we are off to a very remote part of the world!  Luckily for us, as we will be exhausted, Peace Corps staff will meet us at the airport and drive us to our hotel and 70 km away.  On Sunday we get to rest and take in our new country as we look out across to the mountains!  Our next week will be filled with vaccinations, orientation and meeting our new host families.  We will be quite busy and will not have access to internet or phones for several weeks, so please be patient with us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited for the many opportunities that lay ahead, including getting a goodnight sleep in a hotel tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112683704823313379?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112683704823313379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112683704823313379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage!'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112683549200809115</id><published>2005-09-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:51:32.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture before leaving Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/1600/M___B___luggage_at_airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5681/1598/320/M___B___luggage_at_airport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112683549200809115?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112683549200809115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112683549200809115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/picture-before-leaving-chicago.html' title='Picture before leaving Chicago'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16749089.post-112675024064454757</id><published>2005-09-14T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:10:40.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depart Chicago, Arrive Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and I left Chicago at the un-godly hour of 5:45 AM and made it to Philadelphia safe, sound, and a little bleary eyed.  We met up with a couple other Chicago Peace Corps Volunteers at the airport and grabbed lunch at an Irish pub.  Nothing like filling our bellies with good pub food before we eat sheep eyeballs in Kyrgyzstan!&lt;br /&gt;We followed it up with information sessions, meet and greet exercises and we found that everybody is really nice.  A lot of different backgrounds, skill sets, and ages so it should be a really good group.  We were surprised to learn there are 66 people in our training group (55 teaching English and 11 in the SEOD program with Brenda).&lt;br /&gt;Well, this our first attempt at a blog so we will improve with age, just like a fine wine.  More to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Brenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16749089-112675024064454757?l=parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112675024064454757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16749089/posts/default/112675024064454757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parkerkyrgyz.blogspot.com/2005/09/depart-chicago-arrive-philadelphia.html' title='Depart Chicago, Arrive Philadelphia'/><author><name>BrendaandMike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17181944814932516583</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
