settling in process has involved a steady ascent to domestic deity and general conquest of the aforementioned grimness of my living arrangements.
this involved some choice purchases early on including a roasting tin (non stick - score!), a kettle that screams like a dying harpie to let me know when I need to leg it to the kitchen for my boiling water/ makes you want to run for the nearest air raid shelter, and a mechanical whisk which is probably definitely my most prized purchase (hence title of post):
such a beast. good for pancakes. found accidentally on an unsuccessful (winterbootswise) shop in search of winterbooty
early on went to a honey festival with honey from throughout the land! I massively overdid on free tasters and had to sit down for a while with something like heart palpitations. felt like the russian winnie the pooh who def deserves a place on this blog:
that same weekend went to a great flea market in search of a rug, lots of bear skins, gold teeth, old soviet memorabilia, ie good ol' stereotypes all still going strong to bolster the exoticness of ma bloggy. no photos tho unfortunately.
classes going fine but tough 6 day weeks and lots of Persian through Russian and vise versa. I like to think of tricky bits language in these kind of terms:
Also getting to know people more in the faculty and generally a nice bunch.
had a great visit from a friend of a friend who had been Making Cultural Learnings of England for Make Benefit of Youth Culture in the Siberia, and brought me Marmite and whisky (whisky business eh eh eh). We had a fun time including one night out that included street spit roast chicken (ie eating one) and sparring with some well hard Chechens.
tried unsuccessfully to keep this short for readability and cos of time constraints which have been constraining my time and continue to constrain my time - I've been meaning to get round to a blog for weeks but not been getting round to a blog for weeks even though for weeks I've been meaning to get round to blogging, on my blog, about these weeks. But for some reason it still seems to be quite a long post. maybe it's my long winded writing style that I should work on.
main thing is I'm fine and all well, busy busy busy with general japes and teaching english to loaded people in one place and to refugees in t'other (former subsidising me for latter) and trying to sort out iran half of the year and still standing in queues for odd bits of bureaucracy and squeezing all that in between homework and classes or squeezing classes in between all that, whichever way round you like to look at the whole squeezing process really. and whatnot*. depending on who you are reading this there's also a fair to high chance I'm missing you.
weather has been great and sunny and warm but suddenly the temp seems to have dropped about 20 degrees, everyone's catching the lurgy, and the bears are out roaming the streets. Fighting both off with honey and whisky.
*big shout out to Peter Hill
Can you bring me some gold teeth, please?
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