My host brother bringing water home on our street.
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My host grandpa. When this guy didn't get his way (e.g., I didn't want to come drink vodka with him at 3pm), he was not too dignified to scream at you.
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Our neighbors were butchers. We got all our meat from them.
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Town cemetary
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These are all the Koktobe Eki volunteers after the first week of practicum.
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The men of Koktobe Eki all dressed up for town
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The post-apocalyptic landscape of Essik
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My host family and I just after swearing in
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Hiking around outside town
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My host mom and sister outside the kitchen building
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Danger!
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There is no McDonalds in Almaty (as far as I know). But there is a McBurger!
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Taken at the famous ice-skating rink Medeo
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A birthday party
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Our famously cute teacher, Saltanat
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Toasting the freshly slaughtered sheep head. It's an honor to get served the sheep head on a special occasion.
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Susan's class gave her this plaster eagle sitting on a snake as a present. It's also a piggy-bank!
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Theresa and I just after swearing in, with the camel cookie playing the part of the symbol of cultural exchange
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Mid-afternoon in Koktobe Eki
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My host family and my host dad's truck. That's Akhtaban in my hands.
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For culture day, Koktobe Eki performed "Blister in the Sun" arranged for Dombra and 42 volunteer voices.
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