Notes from Tajikistan II:
My ability to read Cyrillic improved 1,000% after just one evening of Russian language Karaoke in a basement bar called The Old Britianya [sic]. There were very few other people there and even though I didn’t get over my fear of singing with a microphone (it’s up there with death as far as fears go); I did get over my fear of reading Russian in front of other people. Win!
There was one other occupied table, which held very fat men with skinny girls in tiny outfits (as is to be expected). Dancing ensued; and at one point someone leaned over to me and said: “do you have this word in English? Vulgar?”
Zing!
