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Homework day. Learning about American Government in Russia, interesting. So we hung out at the hotel, except one venture to go get lunch. For lunch in the village we always go to this one little place for shish-ka-bobs, salad, Coca-cola, and grass. They put this grass stuff on everything. Meat? Oh yeah, salads? You betcha. Not only does it taste funny, but it gets everywhere. I'll look forward to meals without it. The reason we don't eat at the hotel, is that two hungry climbers need more than quarter sized steaks for dinner, with enough grass for a medium sized hamster. Off the subject of strange food, we get to people watch at lunch. Its good stuff here, watching people of another nation. Just everything they do is different, like you don't see too many couples walking around. Its mostly same gender groups, or families, not too many couples. How they dress is so different, how they treat dogs, how they cook, (you get to watch), and everything else. We've had a harsh trip so far, climbing from the hotel, sleeping in beds, eating whatever we can find, tough life.
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