Philadelphia to JFK. JFK to Istanbul, Turkey. Istanbul to Bishkek, which in Kyrgyz looks like Бишкек. Over 36 hours of travel, dozing only in airports and on the planes, and then straight into language training at the Issyk Kul Hotel. The only thing that kept the 70 of us going was the excitement of the adventure we had just begun. I tried to read that first night in the hotel, to study the Cyrillic alphabet and the few greetings we had just learned, but I couldn't keep my eyes open. I'm still not sure what day it is. I need sleep.
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