DAY 57 Friday morning 13th July The great man who prompted the initial pick up being the wifes husband escorted me to the Kazakhstan Embassy in the morning. What a palava it all was… flitting from one office building to the next, filling in this, signing that and verifying nothing… only to wait a further […]
Friday morning 13th July
The great man who prompted the initial pick up being the wifes husband escorted me to the Kazakhstan Embassy in the morning. What a palava it all was... flitting from one office building to the next, filling in this, signing that and verifying nothing... only to wait a further 7 hours outside the caged entrance of the Embassy with around 50 local Kazach peeps on the side of a busy road. An official poked his head into the cage every once in a while only to cherry pick it seemed whoever he fancied to come inside. Amongst the crowd I see a group of 4 white folk for the first time in a long time, I bounded over to them hoping they spoke English...they did, 4 Ozzies from Melbourne. What a great adventure these guys are on...they are spending a year driving from Oz to Scotland in their Jeep which in the great nature of coincidence is called 'Trevor'...just to add to such coincidence their next destination happens to be Kazakhstan...how convenient. We make arrangements to meet up the following day. I introduce them to my Chinese pal who has stayed with me throughout this arduous, pointless day. The cherry picker poked his head into the cage around 6pm to tell us all to come back on Monday.
That evening I am taken out again...my 'Dream lift' companions were like my 'feeders'...if I kept up this rate of eating I would become grossly fat very quickly. After all this time we finally learn each others names...
Husband - Duan Ling Che
Wife- Ling Chi Mien
Pal of Wife and Husband - Ling Chu Min
me - Gra deeeeeeeeeee
and everyone else -
The fellas and I play a Chinese version of Poker before a banquet fit for a Geordie kept on coming and coming throughout the evening.
" Gambi" is Chinas word for 'cheers' with a twist. It is custom to share an intimate or personal expression of sorts with an individual as everyone else bears witness to it round the table. "Gra deeeeeeeee" was sounded at least 15 times throughout the evening, accompanied by a potent shot of Rice liquor of 50% proof. By the end of the night I understood every single word everyone was saying, royally chatting away absolute nonsense,