Dinner out on the Town

Dining out in Central Asia is an experience like none other. It can be a great time eating delicious traditional foods out-of-doors in good company for reasonable prices.
Or not.
I’ve got used to being the only one in the restaurant. I’ve become used to the surly, grudging service. But I haven’t got used to waiting 45 minutes in the dark for a $4 piece of shashlik while the wait-staff has dinner behind a door just down the hall because I’m too tired to keep walking, let alone cook something for myself. How will they know our food is ready? Normally I wouldn’t worry about it, but I was tired and hungry tonight—a lethal combination. Listen to me, I'm complaining about a nice dinner out that cost me $5.

Still, I am mighty impressed by piva Karagadinskaya. How impressed? Better than any of the pilsners I had in Hungary, Rus.
Tasty.

Today was a good day, dinner excluded. And even that wasn’t so bad. We had our first city team meeting this morning. Just prayed the whole time—very edifying, I thought.

I got to vent a little to Alana after some delicious chili and walk around the park by their place a bit as well. Compound sentences can be a problem for me. So sue me.

And we tested some students for Ryan and Brian’s classes. Most will do just fine. One wasn’t exactly listening, however, when I asked her how old she was. She answered, “I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”
Sigh.

Also, for you who understand the world of spiritual warfare, I live in a former goulag. Hostility, Confusion and Deception have already made their presence felt. (Not my own discerning, but corroborated.) Pray.