Friday, May 2, 2008
...as our favourite wild-eyed, moustached, fluoro jumpsuit loving kazakh says!
The neolithic man behind the counter at the embassy spoke only in grunts.
Is my visa ready? narp
Why not? errh
When will it be ready? urrrghh *shrugs*
What should I do then? grbbwup
After yet more grunting and head scratching, it turns out that the Uzbek government is still checking that Davide is not an italian terrorist wanting to sneak in to deal pizza to the locals... what a cultural crime that would be!
With only few hours to go, we've re-routed our journey to take in more of warmer, friendlier Siberia on the way to Kazakhstan.
Posted by Davide Pesare