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One long blur...
Like most nights where allowance is made to work until midnight or later, tonight it looks like things will quiet down in about half an hour, allowing everyone to go back to the hotel area.
Despite my intention to grab some additional shuteye this morning, I did some translation and based on how far I've gotten so far, the rest of the pages I've chosen ought to get done in just under 7 days. Considering I have about 12 days to finish the job, that seems pretty good, although a few of that dozen are expected to be long, involving extensive periods of time away from my laptop.
I had decided this morning that I would not go on the town trip if any other interpreter was going, but there wasn't, so I went. We've apparently been using our normal driver pretty hard (he had the Luna run last night, which probably got back around 4 am) and it just doesn't seem fair - or safe, really - to have the guy do another round trip without getting a full "night's" sleep. So, we had a new, younger driver in charge of the bus today, and I could feel the difference (or at least my stomach could).
Nothing much has changed in town, and I made no major purchases, but I am starting to notice the variation in prices among vendors. For example, this one shop charges 500 rubles for a 20-bottle case of Baltica No. 3 beer, while one of the more substantial market vendors will sell the same case for 440 rubles.
As one of the DTSA guys and I sat at the Vostok sipping on a draft beer, this old Kazakh comes into the place and, without putting too fine a point on it, begins to panhandle with basically zero aggressiveness. What I found interesting was that unlike other scenarios I've witnessed, where the "response" rate among panhandlees was virtually zero, here, about 8 out of 10 tables did give the old man something - a couple or three ruble coins perhaps, or sometimes a bill. Maybe it was the medal he wore on his lapel, I don't know.
Anyway, I've just been informed I've been released for the evening. Bye.
Cheers...
Despite my intention to grab some additional shuteye this morning, I did some translation and based on how far I've gotten so far, the rest of the pages I've chosen ought to get done in just under 7 days. Considering I have about 12 days to finish the job, that seems pretty good, although a few of that dozen are expected to be long, involving extensive periods of time away from my laptop.
I had decided this morning that I would not go on the town trip if any other interpreter was going, but there wasn't, so I went. We've apparently been using our normal driver pretty hard (he had the Luna run last night, which probably got back around 4 am) and it just doesn't seem fair - or safe, really - to have the guy do another round trip without getting a full "night's" sleep. So, we had a new, younger driver in charge of the bus today, and I could feel the difference (or at least my stomach could).
Nothing much has changed in town, and I made no major purchases, but I am starting to notice the variation in prices among vendors. For example, this one shop charges 500 rubles for a 20-bottle case of Baltica No. 3 beer, while one of the more substantial market vendors will sell the same case for 440 rubles.
As one of the DTSA guys and I sat at the Vostok sipping on a draft beer, this old Kazakh comes into the place and, without putting too fine a point on it, begins to panhandle with basically zero aggressiveness. What I found interesting was that unlike other scenarios I've witnessed, where the "response" rate among panhandlees was virtually zero, here, about 8 out of 10 tables did give the old man something - a couple or three ruble coins perhaps, or sometimes a bill. Maybe it was the medal he wore on his lapel, I don't know.
Anyway, I've just been informed I've been released for the evening. Bye.
Cheers...