Hittin' the ol' dusty trail: On my way to Japan (from Azerbaijan)
Since finishing Pre-service Training and coming to site in the middle of December, I've left only three times and these were one-night trips to neighboring regions of Balakan and Gakh. I was the only volunteer at my site until last week, now one volunteer is relocating to my city. Aside from another volunteer who lives in the Avar village of Jar nearby, I have interacted very little with Americans over the past three months. While, I met with the usual bouts of loneliness and isolation, making good friends in the community has been a successful remedy. All-in-all the experience is refreshing and fascinating, for reasons I will discuss in another post.
However, needless to say, I'm overwhelming relieved that I'm on my way to see Kc.
I'm also excited to get in a little traveling. I find the town I call home and the booming metropolis of Baku equally fascinating, and a change of scenery will be nice. Before long I will hop through two (foreign) airports (which, I love airports) and then land in Japan (most likely, pushing people off the plane in excitement). Prior to all that, I get to ride on a bus for about 8 hours over 360 km (~220mi), running me a whopping 8AZN (~10USD). The bus ride pulls me out of the mountains, giving me a nice view and I'm very much looking forward to re-experiencing the sights and terrain on my trek out here only three months ago. It is still difficult to believe I've lived in the Republic of Azerbaijan for 6 months.