Creative Writing On Mashrutka

From guesthouse to the airport, I need to take mashrutka. I not able to see the bus number from far, and when it already close to me I just realized that the bus I should take. But it is too late to raise my hand. A few cars also stopped and asked me where to go. ‘Nyet” ,..Russian word for nope. After half an hour waiting, there still no mashrutka. Another car came and I just go ahead with the car. Any car can be taxi here..no meter and signage.

820 am

From Osh fly to Bishkek. I’m arrived early at the airport as I thought I can have breakfast here. But the airport is so small and nothing interesting inside. All signboard written in Russian languange. Not sure where to heading so I just asked around and showed my ticket.

While checkin,

Taxi driver help me to knock the gate but seems like no one inside. I wait for few minutes n then really feel fed-up. Angry to myself why I make this decision – I should just stay at the hostel. More annoyed when the dog from neighbors house keep bark towards me. I try to calm myself and stand in front of the gate – hoping someone will out and open the door for me.

Finally, after one hour waiting, grandma opens the door. She not speaks English and opened the gate to let me in. She point the slippers that I need to wear in the house and show me the room. She phoned her daughter who is my host. She was outstation and will be back home late afternoon. There is another couple in the house...french couple with their daughter who really sweet and nice. They travel for three years and each stop they may stay there at least three months to teach French language and sell their cd’s to the school.

3:00 pm

My host at home already. We walked outside and she shows me where the bazar and bus station and top-out for mobile phone. Back home, we continue chat together with French couple. Grandma joined us and serve us with chai and bread with homemade blueberry jam. Feel grateful as I can mingle with local person and the other travelers too in the