VIDEOS!

In my excess of free time I've put together some videos from Kyrgyzstan!
The first is a slide show with some rockin' Kyrgyz tunes in the background from my group's swearing in ceremony.  The pictures are from our pre-service training.

This next video is from my pst training group's culture day performance.  During PST each village had several weeks to perform a skit.  Our skit starts off with a game called ak-ku-ya (sp?) where young children come together and tease each other with clever jokes.  I wanted to get translations for these, and I still may but that is a lot of work!  Next Monica does a Manas reciting, Manas is a very popular and old epic poem.  Normally Manasche's (someone who recites manas) practice and learn for years and can recites up to 30 minutes or more of the Manas epic from memory. Lastly our group does a semi-traditional Kyrgyz dance.

The next video is from a camp I worked at with 38 Kyrgyz girls from ages 14-17. At the camp we covered things ranging from goal setting, healthy relationships, nutrition and reproductive health.  At the end of the camp we had a talent show and one girl asked if I would do the waltz with her, she was 14, it was a little weird but she was super happy that I danced with her. I practiced for about 40 minutes with no prior experience.  So don't judge too hard.

This video is also from a different camp that I worked at.  For this camp we had 40ish people from Naryn and all of the volunteer's helping were from Naryn except for myself.  I was asked to go help because I am one of the 3 male health volunteers in Kyrgyzstan and the only one close to the area where the camp was held.  I got to do all the reproductive health and HIV/AIDS sessions.  I learned a lot about Kyrgyz beliefs, and culture from this.  The video is from a stop motion I made from another volunteer's session on teamwork and planning.  There task was to build a bridge using a limited amount of resources.  I added some fun komuz music from an event I went to. 

This last video of my friend Sean.  During the camp with all the girls we had a lot of free time since we could not go to half of the sessions so we hung out at the lake a lot.  Sean took it upon himself to dive into the lake 30 something times just because.  For one of them I had him hold my gopro and this is it slowed down with some tunes.  

Things are looking up!

July was not a disappointment by any means.  A lot has happened and I’ll do my best to try and remember some of it!  It started off with our trip to Bishkek for the 4^th of July.  We had some great food at the US embassy and every night for 4 straight nights we went out and hit the town.  One night we packed way too many of us into an elevator and ended up getting stuck for about 15 or 20 minutes.  The voice talking to us in Russia didn’t help to calm some people’s nerves but I thought the whole occasion was quite humorous.  While Bishkek and the 4^th of July were a blast I was very ready to go home after 4 days of being there.  Once back in the village I was busy integrating. 

Stuck in an Elevator

In one week I went guesting every day of the week, it was wonderful and exhausting.  I have sense grown to dislike Besh Barmack.  This is a Kyrgyz national dish and every one here loves it and thinks it is the most amazing thing.  It is not.  It is gross.  You start by killing a sheep, torching the head, and all of that jazz.  You then boil all the meat and parts of the sheep all day until it all tastes like sheep… old, tough, gamey, fatty, and organy are all descriptions that come to mind.  When it is time for dinner you are handed a cup of shorpo (the broth from the boiled sheep), which has all of the above characteristics.  After that you get a chunk of bone and meat to work at for a while.  After a few minutes people have cut up the organs and scraped off the meat from the bones and put it all in a big pot of noodles, mix it together and add some shorpo to it.  You then pass the bowl around and using your hands (besh barmack means 5 fingers) scoop out your share of the besh.  It is not tasty and often a challenge to eat a whole lot of it.  The worst part is after you have washed your hands 5 times they still smell like the besh.  I’ve even started using besh barmack as a verb, it is a bit of a problem.  During this week of intense guesting my buddy David who lives in Karakol gave me a call because he was in my village.  He was on his way to go guesting at his relatives who happened to live about 20 minutes into the mountains from my village. I ended up going with his and his family for the night.  This was one of the more entertaining nights so far in Kyrgyzstan.  We went guesting at two different houses, had besh barmack, played a bunch of Kyrgyz games, which involved me singing I’m a little teapot at one point.  That night the mushrutka we rode around the village in, because Kyrgyz people don’t like walking, got stuck in the mud.  We tried to push it out of the mud for about 30 minutes before David and I went back to where we were staying and went to sleep.  They eventually got it out.  The next day we headed to the beach with a convoy of 3 packed vehicles. It ended up being a cold stormy day and we even got hailed on while at the beach.  That night when I got back home I ended up heading with my brothers out into a field to make shashleck and drink a little bit.  One of their militsia friends had gotten a promotion and we had to celebrate!  The kyrgyz baike life is an interesting one.

Step 1 of making Besh Barmack

Roasting the head over a fire

All the bits and pieces in the pot together.

Playing some guesting games

Eating the Besh with a rib bone.

Swimming in the lake

After all of the craziness, things finally settled down for a week.  I worked on language, cleaned my room, and worked on lesson plans for my camp I was working at, the upcoming week and getting ready for my hike I was going on.  My birthday was on July 18^th and was one of my favorite’s so far.  To start I went into work just for lunch.  My co-workers and counter part had collectively made me a delicious cake, my counter part made me pizza and stacked it up in a gift box for me, and they also gave me a bottle of shampoo.  All very practical things!  They are all incredibly sweet and caring people.  Later that day 3 other volunteers from Kochkor came to my village.  We all went to the beach with my brother and his friends for shashlek.  After we headed back to my house for more food then went to our billiards place and played a little bit of billiards.  It was an awesome day.  The next morning I headed to Karakol for my camp.  I’d be away from site for 15 days. My camp went quite smoothly, it was a girls camp with about 38 girls from my oblast.  We did lessons on life skills, goal setting, healthy relationships, and more!  I even had the ‘fortune’ of one of the girls asking me to do the waltz with her for the talent show at the end of the camp.  I’ll try and post the video hopefully it works!  After our camp I spent 4 days getting some R and R in karakol.  Everyday we’d cook at another volunteer’s apartment; it was amazing to have real homemade American style food for several days! 

Sharing American culture

After sitting around for several days doing pretty much nothing it was time to leave for our hike!  This ended up being one of the most amazing and challenging hike’s I’ve done in my life.  It was 4 days and 3 nights total, and about 50 km, getting up to about 13,000 ft in elevation.  The second day of the hike was only 6ish kilometers, but up hill for 90% of the time with some brutally steep sections.  The lake at the top was amazing and worth it!  See the pictures.  That night we slept right on the edge of the lake, and that night we had some of the most amazing stars I’ve ever seen.  The next morning was also a brutal uphill out of the bowl that the lake was in and once on the ridge we were met with a steep snow slope that was had to descend.  We ended up sliding down trying to not lose control. It was cold, slightly painful on the hands, and quite the adrenaline rush.  From there we continued on to the Altyn Arashan valley, along the way crossing a numbingly cold river crossing and walking downhill for what seemed liked forever.  Once we reached the hot springs at Altyn Arashan we bought some beers and soaked in the scorching hot pool for a while.  It was nice, but my ankles were rubbed raw from the hike and the broken skin and hot water were not a pleasant mix!  The next day we hiked down a long bumpy road and headed to Choponata (a resort town on the north shore of the lake) for a weekend at the beach.  I was very happy to get back home to the peace and quiet of the village after being gone for 15 days. 

Our group at Ala Kul

Sliding down the snow!

Our campsite on the edge of the lake

Panorama of Ala Kul

I was planning to spend a good bit of time in the village after being gone for so long, but I was invited to help out with another camp starting on August 15^th that lasts until the 20^th.  My counterpart also told me she would be on vacation the week before my camp started, so I really had no reason to sit in the village.  Another volunteer’s organization was hosting a berry and fruit festival in a nearby town, so a lot of volunteers happened to be over on my part of the lake for once!  Two volunteers from Choponata stayed at my house and we then continued on exploring along the south shore for several days.  Along the way we went to the slat lake, a dead sea type lake with a high salinity content so any one can float around with no hassle.  There is also a mud area of the lake where everyone covers himself or herself in the mud and allows it to dry.  We had to partake in the shenanigans.  I have no idea if I felt exfoliated or not but it was an entertaining experience to say the least!  

Some Kyrgyz guys covered in mud

Getting our own share of mud

That night we stayed at a yurt camp, and the next day we headed to fairy tale canyon.  This is a canyon with bizarre sandstone formations reminiscent of the Moab area in Utah.  We hiked around there for a while and after headed to Barskoon and hiked up to a waterfall.  The weather then turned on us and we ended up hiding from the rain and hail under a tree with a bunch of Kyrgyz guys who of course had a bottle of vodka with them.  For the rest of the day the rain did not let up and it dropped down into the low 40’s.  We were wet and cold so we ended up sitting around in the yurt where we were staying all day and night!  Later that night a bunch of army guys came up in their giant trucks for dinner.  They told us the worked at something involving a word that sounded reminiscent of ‘granite.’  We knew there was a mine farther down the road so we just assumed they worked at some granite mine.  While talking with them later on I realized they did not work at a granite mine, but were actually border guards at the Chinese border a couple hundred kilometers away.  The Russian word for border is граница (granitsa) so we failed in our assumed translation.  Either way they ended up sharing their vodka and joking how they would steal one of the volunteer’s away on a horse to be their wife.  They even offered to take us with them to the border the next day, but Peace Corps would not approve of that one…  That night we slept in the yurt with the owner of the yurt, her son, and one of the army guys.  This was no guesthouse, just a lady that decided to let 3 Americans stay in their yurt for the night, which made for a memorable night.  The next day we headed up to the other waterfalls, then caught a ride to karakol.  Now I’m catching up on this blog, and getting ready to go work at my camp that starts tomorrow!  I’ll be back home on the 20^th and in site for the next 10 days before heading to Bishkek for our last round of training. 

Fairy Tale Canyon

Fairy Tale Canyon

Yuri Gagarin the first man in space!

The Barskoon Waterfall

Hanging out with some border guards

Hanging out with some border guards

I’m feeling very well integrated into my community, family, and Kyrgyzstan in general.  I’ve been very happy with everything, my health has been great, and I’ve been able to travel and see a lot of amazing things in the last month and a half.  After our next phase of training I will hopefully begin doing real work, because I’ve yet to do any real work in my village. 

I think I hit on all the big highlights from the past month and half.  Winter is coming, it’s been cold and rainy and hopefully work is coming too! 

The village over from mine

Sheep, It's What's For Dinner

We've been at our permanent sites for almost 3 weeks now and a lot has
happened.  Despite my large amount of free time I've neglected doing
too much journaling or blogging.  I'll try to do my best and go in
order of what has gone on over the past few weeks but I'm sure I'll
forget something.

My first week was really rough at site.  I spent way too much time
sitting in my room, dwelling upon things, and feeling kind of down on
myself.  I finally mustered up the energy to get outside and explore
and start running which has been great and helped me out a lot.  I
went on a picnic with my counterpart and a lot of our co-wokers my
first weekend at site.  I arrived at 8 am at the hospital where I work
because I was told to meet at that time.  Amateur mistake, we didn't
leave till a little after 9.  We headed to Balakchy, then proceeded to
go shopping in the bazaar for our picnic supplies.  After that
we went to a cafe to eat which was confusing to me since we just
bought a ton of food, but I've learned if I try to make sense of a lot
of things here I just end up frustrating myself.  After the cafe we
drove out to some gorgeous area along a river and then proceeded to a
security checkpoint.  I was confused at where we were going or what we
were doing.  After passing through security I found myself starring at
a huge rush of water coming out of a dam.  It was very unexpected but
really cool.  There was a militsia guy in his full cammo and a nice
sized machine gun guarding the dam.  After taking pictures and getting
sprayed with mist we left and went to where we were actually having our
picnic.  We chai eeched, ate some bread and fruit, had some shots of
vodka and hung out.  We were right next a river and all around people
were at jailo with their yurts set up, making kymys, and vacationing
Kyrgyz style.  I was exhausted so I laid down in the car for a nice
nap.  I was then abruptly awaken by my counterpart for what reason? Of
course there was a cow floating down the river and I had to see it.
At this point I stayed up and started wishing to be home, I was
exhausted and can only handle so much Kyrgyzstan in one day.  We
finally ate dinner at our picnic and got home around 8 pm.  Being with
a bunch of middle aged Kyrgyz women for 12 hours in one day with no
break is beyond exhausting!

A dam thing

My counter part in the middle, co-workers, and out driver.

The cow on its way out of the water.

The following week things started to become more normal.  I'd go into
work at 9am and shadow my counterpart and attempt to talk with her and
her patients.  From 10 till 12 I'd work on language with my tutor
Gulzada.  It's nice to have 1 on 1 time to work on language, but her
English is not that great, so at times it is very challenging to get my
point across or figure out what I'm trying to ask.  It was a rough
week though.  I was really struggling with feeling lonely and confined
myself to my room.  It was hard to find motivation to do much else.
In my old village I'd go out and play and talk with the kids, help my
family out with chores, or go play some volleyball or soccer.  Now i
was being a sloth and sitting in my room.  NOT GOOD.  I finally was
ready to get out and do something but then we had 2 cold rainy days.
One day it got really cold, really close to freezing and we even got a
little snow in the hills to the South of my village.  About an hour
away some other volunteers got snow from the storm.  The next day I
was being a bum and finally was sick of it.  It was cold and grey out
but I had to get out and do something.  I threw on some long
underwear, grabbed a beanie, my go pro, and headed towards the hills.
I started running and kept going.  I saw some snow up on the hills and
decided that's what I was going for.  After about an hour and a half
of jogging and walking I found snow.  It only made sense to me to make
a little snowman.  After that I headed back down because more clouds
and weather were moving in and the temperature was dropping.  On my
way back my site mate called me because he was at my house.  I felt
bad because I wasn't there and even though he was only 4 km down the
road I had yet to see him for more than 5 minutes.  He ended up having
an interesting day and more interesting evening.  He got in a car
wreck later that day due to his counterpart being irresponsible.  As a
result he had to get a site change which is great for him, but now I'm
even more alone, 45 minutes and an 80 som mushrutka ride from the next
closest volunteer.  At this point I was feeling really down and
lonely.

A snowman in June.

The weather finally improved and I got outside exploring and running
more often which has been great.  It keeps my mind clear and gives me
a chance to do something for myself.  I can't help but find it weird
that getting outside and exploring the hills on my own for 4 or 5
hours helps me not feel lonely and isolated yet when I do that I'm
further away from anybody and do not see any one for hours!  I was
very ready for the weekend once it arrived.  I hopped on the Mushrutka
early in the morning and headed towards Karakol.  From my village it's
about a 4 hour ride to Karakol, and the whole drive is absolutely
gorgeous.  It was so nice to arrive in Karakol and finally see other
Americans and be able to think and speak in English!  That night we
all hung out at a volunteer's apartment and had taco night and took it
easy.  The Tacos were amazing.

Tacos in Kyrgyzstan!

The next day I went to another volunteers house for lunch with our 

friends and her Kyrgyz family. The hospitality of Kyrgyz people is

 amazing and they are so caring. Just the thought of inviting a bunch

 of strangers into your house to eat and talk is so foreign and weird at

 home in the states... it's sad.  Even hitchhiking here is perfectly normal 

and fine.  You can flag down any random car and pay them a little bit to

 bring you an hour or 4 down the road depending on where you are

 headed.  Along the way you'll talk with them and essentially become friends.  

Later that night we ended up going to a bar and having some drinks and catching
up with each other about all of our adventures and stories so far.
When Sunday rolled around I was not ready to go home.

The Village health committee doing hand washing demonstrations

That's past week did not disappoint as far as keeping life exciting.
On Monday things at work finally started looking up.  I got to meet
with the health committee.  Their job is to produce and distribute
educational material and do health trainings in the village.  I will
end up doing a good bit of work with them if not all of my work.  They
even go around door to door i the village doing trainings and checking
on health conditions.  I got to go around with them on Friday to talk
about hand washing.  It was an enlightening experience, mainly to be
welcomed into a bunch of strangers homes and as Kyrgyz hospitality
goes be practically forced to eat some bread and drink some tea or
other Kyrgyz beverage at every house we went to.  I'm excited to start
working on such projects when September rolls around.  On Tuesday my
brother's daughter was born!  This made for a very interesting day.
It started off with our neighbor coming over and bringing a bottle of
vodka which my mom, my self, and a couple of other neighbors split.
We even had some Kymyz (fermented horse milk) to go along with it.
After that we ended up going to the hospital to visit my sis-in-law
and the baby.  After the visit we stopped at a magazine (convenience
store) and bought a big bottle of beer.  We all split that back in the
car sitting out front of the hospital.  Oh Kyrgyzstan!  Once we got
back home my brother and I went out to meet up with his friends at the
billiards hall.  After playing billiards for an hour we headed to his
friend's house to grill some shashlek (shish kabob) and continue the
celebration.  We got home around 3 am and fortunately I didn't have to
go to work the next day.

My newborn Kyrgyz niece, Syakal

 I also finally hiked all the way to the lake
this week.  It was a beautiful hike and when I got to the beach I was
the only one there (there is nothing around so no one goes to this
part of the beach) and I had my own little slice of Kyrgyz paradise
for the afternoon.  The water is still a bit chilly but as it warms up
I definitely plan on heading out there more often. 

My own slice of Kyrgyz paradise

 Today (Saturday) was also very interesting.  I went to my friend's place on Friday to
hangout and was planning not to come home until Sunday, but they got
sick this morning so I headed back to my village just in time to
witness my first sheep slaughtering.  It was both fascinating and
disturbing.  Before the slaughter we all say a prayer and then the
women leave and the men slaughter (or watch) and butcher the sheep.
It's a very quick and efficient process and nothing goes to waste.
All of the organs are cleaned and used.  All of the meat is eaten.
The head and feet are blowtorched and also eaten.  No part of the
animal goes to waste.  The hide will be sold or used.  Every organ is
eaten and every bit of fat and meat is eaten.  I tried some tongue,
brain and eye tonight at dinner. The eye was surprising tasty, the
tongue had a little bit of an irony organ taste to it, and the brain
was disgusting.  It had the weirdest mushy slimy texture and taste
downright nasty.  Intestines do taste worse in my opinion though.
Overall it has been a good week full of excitement and new
experiences.  This upcoming week I'll only be at site for 2 days then
most of the volunteers are converging in Bishkek to have a good old
fashioned 4th of July party that we are making last all week.

It's not pretty, but you have to eat.

Cleaning out the organs

I'm not sure why, but you blow torch the head and feet.  It's a nasty smell...

My Apa cleaning and preparing the organs

Dinner!

Yum brains in a bowl

Things are definitely still very challenging here, and the loneliness
is difficult, but as everything else has been looking up that too has
not been as challenging.  July is looking up to be a fun month with 

4th of July, my Birthday, I'm working a girls camp, and then going on a 4 day

backpacking trip near Karakol with a few other volunteers. 

Things Have Gotten Really Real Really Fast.

Saying bye to our Apa's

Three days ago I officially became a member of the 21st group of Peace
Corps volunteers in The Kyrgyz Republic!  What this means is we are
now on our own to learn the language, come up with work plans, be
isolated from other Americans, and have the real Peace Corps
experience!  So far it’s been very difficult and very rewarding.  Saying bye
to my PST family was difficult, they have been so amazing and I wish I
could spend my 2 years with them, but that is not an option.  After
swearing in we all said our good byes and loaded up into our
respective means of transportation.  Some lucky folks got to travel in
groups on lager buses and others like myself were on their own with
their new host mother and counterpart.  We loaded up into out taxi and
after negotiating prices and deciding it was too expensive we had him
drive us to get another taxi.  Along the way we stopped at the bazar
so my Mom and Counterpart could so some shopping while I waited in the
sweltering heat with the taxi driver.  Speaking Kyrgyz while awake and
alert is hard enough, but trying to speak while tired, hot, and hungry
is just a pain.  The taxi driver kept trying to make conversation but
I was just not feeling it!  After about 20 minutes they arrived and we
finally made our way to our taxi that would take us to Kara-Koo,
Issyk-Kul.  The taxi driver’s 7-year-old daughter was also riding with
us.  The first thing I did was pass out!  A few hours later I woke up
to a beautiful mountain seen and it was raining and had finally cooled
off.  I stayed awake and tried to talk with the Taxi driver’s daughter
the rest of the time.  When we got to my new home we all came inside
to Chai eech (drink tea and eat bread).  The taxi driver’s daughter
had gotten some motion sickness and out of nowhere threw up all over
the table just barely missing my lap too.  At this point I was over it
and went into my new room threw myself into my bed and thought what
 have I just gotten myself into?!

Parting ways with our PST village  :(

Since then things have improved.  My counterpart and her family are
amazing, smart and very involved members of the community.  Her
husband is the director of the hospital where I’ll be working and she
is one of the head doctors.  Their oldest son is studying history at a
University in Bishkek, their other son is starting university next
year to become a doctor and they also have a 14-year-old daughter.  My
new family is very nice but so different from my PST family.  My mom
is about 60 and we live with her son and his wife who is about 2 weeks
due with a baby girl, and their 4-year-old son who is a little terror.
 My new village is beautiful; I’m in a valley surrounded by smaller
mountains that separate me from the lake and to the South a much
larger mountain range.  There are lots of trees and green that my old
village was greatly lacking in.  Everyone I have met in the village
has been very nice, and my brother takes me to hang out with all of
his friends for better or for worse.  I have a feeling lots of fun
stories will come from that group of people.  Today they brought me
along for my first public bathing experience in Kyrgyzstan.  It was at
a banya (a Kyrgyz bath house) right on the shore of Issyk-Kul (the large
lake which I live next to) that is fed by a geo-thermal spring.  While
most of everything in my new village is great it is very lonely.  I’ve
got to work more on language and getting outside talking with the
locals more because sitting in my room by myself will drive me crazy.
I believe on Sunday I’ll be going to a picnic somewhere with my
counterpart and co-workers.  I usually don’t know exactly what is
going on because of the language barrier, but have learned to just go
with and expect the unexpected!

Our Swearing in Ceremony

I’ve begun to realize very quickly how much more difficult this
experience will be than I expected.  Pre-Service training made me way
to comfortable with slacking off on language, and being used to always
having people at my side when I was having a rough day.  Now it’s time
to survive on my own!

I at least have this to play in during summer!

PST this is Madness

Pre-Service training has been going on for about a month and a half now and it will soon be ending, on June 10^th to be exact!  It has been an adventure!!! During PST we have an incredibly structured schedule, barely any free time, a curfew of 9 pm, and only have 1 day where we are semi-free.  Along with that we learn A LOT!, along with practicums, and other cultural events.  This part of PST I am more than ready to end.  I’m stoked to feel like a free person again!!!  At the same time I’m going to miss my village (Studenchaskaya) a lot, my current host family, and the trainees that are in my village.  We have grown incredibly close in a short amount of time and when we leave for our permanent site’s chances are we will not be in the same place.  One thing I’ve already learned about Peace Corps is they are really good about forcing you to build very close relationships then breaking them down, over and over again.  It’s tough!  I know I haven’t updated my blog in a while and that’s because I’ve been too busy riding the roller coaster of life and loving every high and low of it. 

A lot has gone on so I don’t even know where to try and start.  Within our village we have bonded with a lot of the kids and other host family siblings.  We’ve attended birthday parties, gone to talent show (kinda) graduation celebrations, a school disco, and the last bell ceremony (high school graduation).  These relationships are amazing and while I know new one’s will be made with my future community it will make leaving my current village difficult.  I’ve also gone on runs with the kids, played lots of volleyball, and just had a blast attempting to talk to them in my very broken Kyrgyz.  Language learning is a continuing struggle that will not be going away any time soon.  The Peace Corps training’s that we are required to do are a mix of important, repetitive, and a really big waste of time but because we technically work for the Gov. we’ve got to do it!  Yay bureaucracy.  I’m excited to learn more job specific and health related topics.  A few weeks ago we all did practice lessons first for our fellow health trainees then at are local school.  My friend Fornia and I worked together and put together a lesson on the differences between exercise and physical fitness.  The idea of exercise is practically non-existent in Kyrgyzstan!  It was a lot of work translating posters into Russian, trying to speak a little bit in Kyrgyz and preparing a lesson for approximately 15 students and then having about 30 show up!  It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it, but I realized how difficult lesson planning, and execution is, especially in a foreign language with very different cultural attitudes towards everything!!!

I plan on uploading all of my photos from PST as soon as I have enough internets to do so.  This will probably be mid June.  Here are some random photos from the past few weeks! 

I’m ready for PST to be over, but NOT ready to leave the village and the people I’ve grown so close to over the past month and a half.  I miss everyone back at home but am beyond ecstatic with my life here, the new adventures that happen everyday and all of the opportunities that await me.  For now I’m just going to hold on tight and enjoy this amazing ride! 

Hiking in a nearby village 

A normal lunch

Tori ballin' it up at kids day

Out for a run!

A picnic in the woods, yummm Plov!

Duck head any one?

Dinner with the family

Mine and Fornia's first lesson! 

School Graduation

The LCFs in our village

We've resorted to watching really dumb shows... already

My two youngest siblings