Friday, November 6, 2009


This is Posha, our interpreter

Victor took us to the boys and girls camp for a visit as we drove back into town. We were given a tour of the grounds. The children were playing ping-pong and badminton. Some were swimming in the lake and some were fishing. One of our guys from last year swam in that lake and got a really bad skin rash from the water. We would not be doing any swimming there.

We stayed for a short time because we had planned to spend more time with them during our stay in Russia. The children were all teenagers. They were going to be there another week. They were getting ready to eat dinner. When they were all eating, we walked through the dining room to tour the kitchen. The kids clapped and cheered at us. That was pretty cool, although we didn't do anything special. They did it again as we left.

Our day was almost over but there was one more adventure before we called it a night. Posha forgot his house key. We had to drive to his mom's house to get a spare key. Once again, people were all over the streets. It was dark out and it seemed as if everyone was out of their homes just wandering about. Kids were playing. Adults were walking. I have never seen so many people strolling around in my own neighborhood. It was very serene.

The road to Posha's mom's house was very bumpy. It was a dirt road that had huge pockets and pits. We were four wheeling in Russia! Posha got his key and surprised us all with apples from their tree. We all laughed because we knew he was mocking us. We didn't want to disgrace Russia so we ate the dang apples.

When we got back to his apartment, he prepared a meal for us before we went to bed. It wasn't as extravegant as the meal his mother prepared for us. He was only 20 years old and a bachelor at that. We had bread, cheese, sausage, and chocolate. It was 10:00 P.M. so we were not very hungry. Apparently, late evening snacks and full on meals are common as we soon found out. We ate the food anyways. We didn't go to bed until about 1:00 A.M.


  1. spain was the same way...late night dinners and people out and about during the night. i remember my uncle and aunt took me to an outside bar. apparently its the thing to do. i remember writing home about it and my parents flipping out. my uncle had to explain "the bar thing". since we were also there on a church missionary trip they didn't drink. i didn't speak the language but was able to order my own drink "Coke-a-Cola" gotta say the WHOLE thing instead of just "coke" like you do here.

  2. It is a bit strange isn't it? Did your Coca Cola come with ice? Coke is my favorite carbonated beverage so I craved it a lot in Russia. I didn't get it very often but when I did, it was always warm. They don't have ice like we do. That was a bummer drinking warm coke but it was better than none.