Lost in Transliteration

This will be short and uninteresting because I have loud Uzbek/Turkish/Russian rap/rock worming through my ears, sapping me completely of creativity. It's Thursday night here in the capital of Uzbekistan and it is pretty crazy already. Don't these kids know it's a school night???

I'm starting to go stircrazy here. Usually I can find someone from whatever country to talk to but I haven't been able to find the key. And I haven't come across anyone from the West, much less the USA, which is fine enough I suppose. Speaking Russian for a week straight -- badly -- is starting to get to me. At least it gives me time to focus on my first love, writing children's theatre.

I am here until Monday and, sad to say, I think I'm gonna run out of things to write about. I've seen all the sights (and the sites) and I don't have enough time to get a visa for Tajikistan or Kazakhstan, so I'm gonna have to stir up trouble here somehow. I keep visualizing how one of these Uzbek mobster youths would respond to a fistful of sand in their face. Just kidding, mostly.

Of course there's always Baltika 3, the beer of tsars.