It appears that at the Uzbek/Kazak border our lads seem to have had a spot of bother:
"Stuck at Uzbek/Kazakh borer missing papers"
All seems to have been deciphered as the next text reads:
"Shymkent, Kazakhstan. Pauls' iron constitution has broke today with a vengeance. Plenty of target practice but alas no hole in one" Japs Log.
What deals they did with the border officials I dread to think.
If you are familiar with the previous update you would have unfortunately gleaned that the ablutions in this particular area of the world are a tad primitive. Messrs Devaney (D) and Pittaway were struggling with their performance whilst attempting to exploit these facilities. We now hear that our Mr Bannan has developed a rather loose stool himself, in other words he has the trots. This comes as no surprise as he has consumed food and ale aplenty. Knowing Paul as I do, he would have taken great pleasure in the plight of Dai and Jim while they were taking on the hole in the ground. The boot now is firmly on the other foot and I have no doubt whatsoever that the other party members will take great pleasure in Mr Bannans misfortune.
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| Head waiter Nurzan prepares the evenings fayre |
Talking to Steve on facebook last night I was informed of their trip to an Uzbek restaurant. Obviously with the language barrier and the menu being in the Cyrillic or azbuka writing system, our boys were flummoxed when it came to ordering their meals. In time honoured fashion they shrugged and waved their arms at the waiter. He understood this global method of communication and recommended the chefs special. Lots of head nodding and smiles assured the waiter that he'd been correct in this assumption. Twenty minutes later a herd of delighted waiters emerged with the chosen fayre. The lads laughing and smiling, hankering for their food, grabbed the cutlery in anticipation of a good fill. The air of joviality was perhaps a little premature as they inspected the contents of the dishes. One had a manky looking salad type affair in it, another a wedge of cheese never seen before in western civilisation and in the third dish, the piece de resistance ....... an emaciated snake.... I asked Steve for his analysis of the dish.... His reply:
"F****** rancid"
Love It !!
One text just received while typing:
" Just arrive at Taraz in Kazakhstan. Stopped for speeding again sweet talked my way out of it again. Bad flatulence from Mr Bannan. In-car photo shoot in morning in mankinis. Had small problem with stampeding cattle on route"
If the locals see them sporting mankinis they may wish the cattle had stampeded over them, as they apparently don't take to kindly to Ali G type mirth. lol.
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