A letter to a friend. mystery drink

Up a mountain, around a corner and over a cliff we go on the way to grandmothers house, wrong story, on the way to affiliate community in a town. Arrive at the house we have been looking for of the blacksmith, here thought of as the people with magic so ostracized. Normal introductions, blah blah, purpose of me being there etc. and I give my traveling colleagues the look, they all leave and Im with the family to make fotos and generally entertain. He shows me some ring working and his wife joins. To the next room and it’s the kitchen, energy saving stove and children for the pictures. Another contraption, two bowls and something else. I take a couple pictures and she returns with a water bottle full of clear liquid. I guess this thing is what they use to make it and a shot glass is filled to the brim for me. Its 9-930 in the morning so I just taste a tiny bit, I mean drop on the tongue bit, and am warm instantly. A smile on my face and close to a cough. Haha. If I had taken that shot, oh they would have been some lively photos to follow  back to the living room. More photos then we relax they put music and the little girls are up and dancing then the 20 something boy and then me. In aww of this crazy shoulder movements I have not seen EVER. Such shoulder gyration! Shit my shoulders hurt when I left that house to call to my colleges to do their interviews while I wonder around the community to make more photos and be entertained and entertain. A push up competitions on some boulders of balance with some boys soon came to follow.

Just a normal unpredictable morning like most days of this year all over. I figured it out 17 countries in 12 months, definitely a record for me. But Eastern Asia…I have never been past central Asia (ex USSR area). My volunteer status for a year doesn’t make it bankable for me to come travel but its with a frown that I say that. Turning down travel with good company is hard for me. But Id like a rain check for adventure some time. And if finance changes suddenly in the next couple months Ill be asking where to meet up.

The rows had for three days now.  I was giving photo training to colleague while in one of the leprosy communities here. He had to make photos I stayed still, so a woman braided. Easier then dealing with hair since my scarf flew away but they are not meant for my slippery hair its just getting to be a big ol mess and a group of international volunteers arrive tonight and I have to look presentable, being Habi staff and all.