Just when I thought I was actually going to learn a foreign language, John comes homes and tells me that I might not be studying the foreign language I really need after all. He's been offered a transfer to Denmark, and should all the details fall into place, and we be blowin' this pop stand in a few weeks. I will have just gotten through the Russian alphabet in time!
I'm still going to be proud of the fact that I know what the letter that looks like a lollipop sounds like...."fuh".....all the while that I'm wondering what those two dots on top of the "o" in "kroner" mean. So, I haven't begun to pack yet or think about it too much. I did go online and find a quaint little abode that probably won't be available for rent when we get there, and I checked on importing Kenai. Thank goodness, Denmark isn't as bad as some countries but he has to go back to Canada for a few months before he can enter. From Azerbaijan he has to go through the blood test thing (he finally gets to use his microchip) but the wait following the test is only three months instead of six. Better he wait out his time at home. If he were coming direct from Canada he could come without delay but he gets a wee vacation instead.
Preliminary ideas....can't say plans yet....too early....have us leaving here in a few weeks. We'll get movers to come in and pack and load everything into a shipping container and when John goes to Copenhagen, I'll head to Halifax with the dog. From there, I know nothing.
Head spinning will commence next week. This week is dedicated to searching the internet for information, reading Twilight, cooking as much of the perishable food as I can, and generally taking it easy. This hanging in the limbo between "this is what's happening" and "this is actually happening!" is like this. Can't do a thing until everything is signed, sealed and fed exed....so more tea and carrot cake will do for now.
Oh! And I have a crap load of things I want to take pictures of and haven't done so yet. Time to begin a tentative list I suppose.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
I Can Haz Coffees and Cornbread!
I first heard that there was new coffee shop in town from another blog. I learned from that blog that this new place was pretty close to being a Starbucks and it had WiFi.....no clue as to its name, its neighborhood, or anything else that might help me find it in this concrete jungle of three million tea drinkers. But before I went home for Christmas, Barbara happened to mention that there was a new cafe called "Baku Roasting Company" that she'd been to, and that we'd have to try it once we were both back on town.
Could this be the same place? Her description sure made it sound like it was....something HUGE to look forward to when I got back. Not only did this new place serve lattes and cappucinos, it served just plain regular coffee in nice tall take away cups, if you wanted to take it away. This could mean we wouldn't have to drive all the way to the Gangeliek McDonald's to get one of their wee cappucinos to take in the car. I've been getting two of those wee caps per visit to "McDrav" because the first one is usually gone before we get beyond the roundabout across from it. Maybe those stainless car mugs I got for Christmas could be retired and the few remaining Folgers Singles that I had left could be saved for a rainy driver-less day.
John, being the resourceful type, googled "Baku Roasting Company", found their Facebook page and got the address...a little detail he kept from me when we set out this weekend to find it. I thought we were in for this great Saturday adventure, combing the streets in the Narimanov district for the illusive nectar. So, like an idiot I am disagreeing with him at every turn when he already knows where it is. Alrighty, then.....
We found it, and it's relatively close to our house. Not walking distance close but before you get to the really snarled up traffic close. It probably takes less than 10 minutes to drive there. The hype was deserved. The coffee was so good. Just what I've been craving since I left Halifax in January. Sometimes it doesn't take much...
This week we've started to learn Russian which is easier, despite the wonky Cyrillic alphabet, to learn. I seem to be able to pick up the words in speech better. Too bad I can't retain anything thanks to moderate old age. I've got bang on pronunciation, though.....of the three words that I do I remember. John remembers the words better, but he doesn't quite hear them way the rest of the world does. I figure between the two of us we should be able to get by. Symbiosis is the foundation of many a great relationship.
Hopefully, the Russian lingo isn't all for naught. I think we are barely hanging on by a thread here and the discovery of the new and most favored coffee shop will likely hasten our departure.....in the sense that this is the way these things always go, right? If we are leaving Baku, and where we are going, is still up in the air. I have a feeling we should have a decision of sorts by the end of the month.
For this reason, the pictures are still lined up on the floor along the walls they were supposed to have been hung on a long time ago. I found out that DHL doesn't have a flat rate box from Canada, ***why am I not surprised** and therefore I have to trust my goods to Canada Post. Can I do that with everything up in the air? I'm not sure. I would hate for my best jeans to be following me around the world, always a few months behind. And those best jeans are supposed to be too big for me in a few months anyway!
****Stuffs another handful of potato chips into her mouth.****
Saturdays are turning out to be grocery days and we've settled on the Citi Mart on Semed Vergun as the best place to go. It's not cheap, but it has pretty much everything we need and lots of things that we can't get other places....like celery. That exclusivity allows them to charge eleven manat (about $14USD) but every once in a while ants on a log are just so worth it.
I've had this huge taste for corn bread that won't go away, so this weeks goal was to find corn meal. Earlier attempts to locate some have been futile but one of the joys of Citi Mart is the ever changing stock....the "now you see it, now you don't" aspect isn't always fun...(I really really want the croissants back!)....but maybe this week they would have corn meal.
Well.....I didn't see corn meal....but I spied "Organic Polenta" which sure as hell looked like cornmeal. I tossed a bag in my cart but as I started to walk away something made me turn back to look at the shelf for the price. It was fourteen manat....that bag of polenta was very gently replaced on the shelf for another week. This weeks big ticket item was celery. Next week, I'd get the corn meal.
Yesterday, I had Ali take me to Citi Mart again. This time to get some baking supplies. If I couldn't have cornbread I could have carrot cake, banana muffins, and sugar cookies. I really think there is something to that business about eating the thing that you want the most and thereby saving all the calories from the "also rans". Anyway, I'm pushing my little cart down the little aisles and I round the corner where the baking supplies are. Across the aisle is rice in a hundred different varieties, and what else did I see? Clear bags with Russian labels that looked and a lot like cornmeal....for 1.60 manats. I searched the label for any English at all but could find none, just the two words "corn grats".....close enough....."grits"...."grats"...."meal".....whatever. They can keep their fancy "polenta"....I'll take the "grats" thank you very much.
Could this be the same place? Her description sure made it sound like it was....something HUGE to look forward to when I got back. Not only did this new place serve lattes and cappucinos, it served just plain regular coffee in nice tall take away cups, if you wanted to take it away. This could mean we wouldn't have to drive all the way to the Gangeliek McDonald's to get one of their wee cappucinos to take in the car. I've been getting two of those wee caps per visit to "McDrav" because the first one is usually gone before we get beyond the roundabout across from it. Maybe those stainless car mugs I got for Christmas could be retired and the few remaining Folgers Singles that I had left could be saved for a rainy driver-less day.
John, being the resourceful type, googled "Baku Roasting Company", found their Facebook page and got the address...a little detail he kept from me when we set out this weekend to find it. I thought we were in for this great Saturday adventure, combing the streets in the Narimanov district for the illusive nectar. So, like an idiot I am disagreeing with him at every turn when he already knows where it is. Alrighty, then.....
This week we've started to learn Russian which is easier, despite the wonky Cyrillic alphabet, to learn. I seem to be able to pick up the words in speech better. Too bad I can't retain anything thanks to moderate old age. I've got bang on pronunciation, though.....of the three words that I do I remember. John remembers the words better, but he doesn't quite hear them way the rest of the world does. I figure between the two of us we should be able to get by. Symbiosis is the foundation of many a great relationship.
Hopefully, the Russian lingo isn't all for naught. I think we are barely hanging on by a thread here and the discovery of the new and most favored coffee shop will likely hasten our departure.....in the sense that this is the way these things always go, right? If we are leaving Baku, and where we are going, is still up in the air. I have a feeling we should have a decision of sorts by the end of the month.
For this reason, the pictures are still lined up on the floor along the walls they were supposed to have been hung on a long time ago. I found out that DHL doesn't have a flat rate box from Canada, ***why am I not surprised** and therefore I have to trust my goods to Canada Post. Can I do that with everything up in the air? I'm not sure. I would hate for my best jeans to be following me around the world, always a few months behind. And those best jeans are supposed to be too big for me in a few months anyway!
****Stuffs another handful of potato chips into her mouth.****
Saturdays are turning out to be grocery days and we've settled on the Citi Mart on Semed Vergun as the best place to go. It's not cheap, but it has pretty much everything we need and lots of things that we can't get other places....like celery. That exclusivity allows them to charge eleven manat (about $14USD) but every once in a while ants on a log are just so worth it.
I've had this huge taste for corn bread that won't go away, so this weeks goal was to find corn meal. Earlier attempts to locate some have been futile but one of the joys of Citi Mart is the ever changing stock....the "now you see it, now you don't" aspect isn't always fun...(I really really want the croissants back!)....but maybe this week they would have corn meal.
Well.....I didn't see corn meal....but I spied "Organic Polenta" which sure as hell looked like cornmeal. I tossed a bag in my cart but as I started to walk away something made me turn back to look at the shelf for the price. It was fourteen manat....that bag of polenta was very gently replaced on the shelf for another week. This weeks big ticket item was celery. Next week, I'd get the corn meal.
Yesterday, I had Ali take me to Citi Mart again. This time to get some baking supplies. If I couldn't have cornbread I could have carrot cake, banana muffins, and sugar cookies. I really think there is something to that business about eating the thing that you want the most and thereby saving all the calories from the "also rans". Anyway, I'm pushing my little cart down the little aisles and I round the corner where the baking supplies are. Across the aisle is rice in a hundred different varieties, and what else did I see? Clear bags with Russian labels that looked and a lot like cornmeal....for 1.60 manats. I searched the label for any English at all but could find none, just the two words "corn grats".....close enough....."grits"...."grats"...."meal".....whatever. They can keep their fancy "polenta"....I'll take the "grats" thank you very much.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Another Week Alone
I just looked over at the coffee table and the noise canceling headphones I gave him for Christmas are still sitting there. I have a feeling he might miss them on this flight.
This is his second trip since Christmas, his first being about twelve hours after I got back here from Canada. It was kind of a nice welcome home surprise, but I guess I was lucky....he had to do some fancy flight wrangling to not be already gone when I arrived.
I've begun a list of all the things I want included in my next DHL care package from home. Stupid me left my two favorite pairs of pants in the dryer back home, so I might as well throw in some more things to fill up that flat rate box. I can't get the Folger's Singles that I am going to run out of next month since I haven't seen them for sale in Nova Scotia, but I'm going to get the textbook for my summer class, some brown gravy mix, Costco canned chicken, Red Rose tea bags, the rest of my afghan yarn, and a few large boxes of Milk Bones....so far. I can send up to 55 lbs in this pretty good sized box. Maybe I should get my good Nikon sent over so I'll have it for our vacation.
John took part in the Azerbaijan Open Golf Tournament in Dubai in December. The Azerbaijan Open is held in Dubai because there are no golf courses in Azerbaijan. Lucky him won 2 round trip air tickets to anywhere in Europe and after much humming and hawing we have decided to fly to Frankfurt. From there we plan to rent a car and drive to Austria where we'll spend a week touring around, and getting touch with our inner Von Trapp. We might even go to Prague. Our plans are still sketchy at the moment but we have a week and I think we should be able to do it.
So this trip will be it until we go home in late June. I have to make it in Baku for 6 months, which I didn't really think was going to be all that tough until I found out about John being away every second week, and friends here began expressing sympathy.....extending invitations to girls weekends out in Istanbul.
I'll make it. I know I will and I'll have a new afghan to show for it. I'll be must better read, too, since I loaded my bags with books this time....plus one New York Times Crossword Puzzle Book. I have still one more set of Clay concert photos from 2007 to edit, and all of my film negatives with me to scan into digital files. My class this term isn't turning out to be much of a challenge other than the fact that I have to find someone here to proctor my midterm and my final. I'm going to try the principal at the international school but if that doesn't work out there are a ton of universities here, full of people who won't object to making a few extra manat. Explaining what I want and actually pulling it off will be the hard part. I have to get going on these arrangements soon.
Lena was here today and left about noon, before she left she passed on some very bad news. She has a breast tumor.....the "C" word being taboo in these parts. I have a bad feeling that such a diagnosis could be a death sentence here. I also have a bad feeling that early diagnosis isn't the norm here, either. Her eyes were puffy and she told me she had been crying all day yesterday. It was obvious she is very worried. Tomorrow she has another doctor's appointment and she will find out more about her treatment, but she did say she needs an operation....or in her words "cut". After she left, I had to call John to translate some of her Russian words for me, as she didn't know all of the English words to describe what she had. John asked Ali, and Ali explained what she meant, though I had at least gotten the general idea. I tried to ask her about medicines or other treatments in addition to surgery and she nodded, but I don't think that means very much.
She is worried about herself, but I think she is worried about how she is going to pay for it. It kind of mindboggles me that a country that was once part of the Soviet Union doesn't have universal health care but apparently it doesn't. Lena said the operation would cost about $2500.....a bargain by American standards but a fortune when you make $600 a month. I don't know how it all works exactly but my understanding is that doctors do get paid by the government but the pay is small and patients are expected to kick in the rest (or the bulk) of the cost. Ali told me it cost him about $500 for his wife's prenatal care and their baby's delivery. And that's pretty much all I know about paying for health care in Baku. Do they bill? Do you have to pay up front? Are there ways to work around the system?
I'll try to talk to her on Friday when she comes back, and maybe if it's okay with her, I can call her daughter to get some more details about what they are going to to do and what is available to her. I wish I felt more optimistic, but I just watched a very sad woman walk out of my gate to her bus stop.
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