where the poor carrot farmers in the village have to wash carrots - in a mub pit with ducks barefoot stomping on them
The eglish language club threw us a christmas/new years party
pretty lights of baki out of my hotel window
part of the gafgas mountains - I can see it from my house on a clear day and not a all some others
making homemade vodka
people drying wool on the pavment outside of what used to be a theatre during soviet times - its now full of idps living
Oh and we got our first bit of snow/hail today - but mostly just wet :(
1 comment:
very interesting blog; very nice photos; being away from home maybe for ages now, you reminded me of those fresh days... thanks again and have a happy new year
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