Crossing the Kyrgyz Uzbek Border
“No, no, no. This is not right!” The female border guard admonished me in stern tones, dismissively tossing my completed customs form into her trash basket. My temper at the petty bureaucracy flared. Ire duly raised, I opened and then quickly closed my mouth. Best not to antagonize. The object was, after all, to get Read the Rest…
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