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mhalachai replied to your post “So, my Kindle died in Kyrgyzstan, the casualty of our very late…”
“my Kindle died in Kyrgyzstan” is the start of the best book *ever*
You know, I haven’t even figured out how to make a good story out of it, though!! Like… there should be something in that. Especially the added details– that the taxicab was supposed to come at 3:45am but didn’t show up until after 4:30 and the booking company claimed the first one they sent got in an accident, and how the hotel concierge on the phone with the taxi company was the very first Kyrgyz person I witnessed coming anywhere close to being mad about anything, even speaking sharply (they’re incredibly chill people on the whole; the worst I’d seen up to that, including in some objectively unpleasant and even physically dangerous situations, had been mild-mannered eyerolling) (but, like, if we’d missed our flight, the next one wasn’t for a week), and especially how the cab’s trunk was already occupied by of all things a button accordion and this was why my luggage did not neatly fit and in his haste the taxicab driver had to cram things in an ungainly way, and I just
I can’t make that a great story, I just don’t know how to organize it. It’s just too much.
Instead it’s really just a good line.
You know, shit, I still haven’t posted up like, any of my photos from that trip. I have it all written up and ready to go and I just haven’t figured out how to organize it. Shit! Oh well.
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mhalachai replied to your post “So, my Kindle died in Kyrgyzstan, the casualty of our very late…”
“my Kindle died in Kyrgyzstan” is the start of the best book *ever*
You know, I haven’t even figured out how to make a good story out of it, though!! Like… there should be something in that. Especially the added details– that the taxicab was supposed to come at 3:45am but didn’t show up until after 4:30 and the booking company claimed the first one they sent got in an accident, and how the hotel concierge on the phone with the taxi company was the very first Kyrgyz person I witnessed coming anywhere close to being mad about anything, even speaking sharply (they’re incredibly chill people on the whole; the worst I’d seen up to that, including in some objectively unpleasant and even physically dangerous situations, had been mild-mannered eyerolling) (but, like, if we’d missed our flight, the next one wasn’t for a week), and especially how the cab’s trunk was already occupied by of all things a button accordion and this was why my luggage did not neatly fit and in his haste the taxicab driver had to cram things in an ungainly way, and I just
I can’t make that a great story, I just don’t know how to organize it. It’s just too much.
Instead it’s really just a good line.
You know, shit, I still haven’t posted up like, any of my photos from that trip. I have it all written up and ready to go and I just haven’t figured out how to organize it. Shit! Oh well.
(Your picture was not posted)