Pulling the Curtains.

The last few days have been a bit of a recap/ reflection of the past two months and everything contained therein. I'm sure writing about writing journals is exactly something exciting or useful. But that does not mean nothing is happening.

Our team was invited back to Zakamsk, our first place to visit for dinner. It was a pleasure to see all of our friends once more before preparing to leave tomorrow. So we all had a great meal, and we also stayed around and played games and just talked with people there, and we even had gifts given to us. We each received a picture of the team from Zakamsk two months before and we also received bracelets weaved in the Russian colours, white, blue and red. So for some, it was a difficult time, because, to put it plainly, was the beginning of the end (at least, of this particular outreach). So we said our goodbyes, and took a bus back to the base in Perm.

Tomorrow we finish up debrief, go out to an Uzbek restaurant, and we also do not sleep, because we leave at abour 2 in the morning. One point of prayer is that the workers at the airport are, in a word, corrupt. They will in most likelihood charge obscene fees for baggage and without the aid of a translator, we will probably have to simply nod and agree regardless of the obscenity. So if the staff there maybe decide to practice some honesty, that would be awesome.

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