Oh, those t-shirts. Yes, I've been wandering the markets in Bishkek again, killing a bit more time after visiting the Tajik embassy. The Tajik embassy was a pleasant surprise, largely on account of the complete lack of any other visa applicants. No elbows. No lists. No waiting 2 hours in the sun being jostled by men in felt hats. Just a polite, helpful consul, an empty room and a stack of application forms. Once done with the application I headed back into town, grabbing a quick samosa on the way. Samosas are common here, but they're not what we'd call samosas except that they're triangular. They're more like very cheap pasties in Britain, filled with ground offal and onions and very little seasoning. Or sometimes they're filled with lumps of chicken fat so that when you
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