Life At Point C

Experiencing Life along the Silk Road


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Life At Point C Returns

After a one month hiatus, Life at Point C returns tomorrow with more stories of living life in rural Kyrgyzstan. We here at Point C apologize for the absence as we have been busy with teams from America and saying goodbye to friends. DesertLaVena and DerrickDona have moved back to the good ole US of A. Danynsmith, Darylatpointc and Sarahatpointc will also soon be stateside for a time. We miss them all and know that you, our readers, miss them as well. Maybe they will send us some updates periodically. Scottatpointc and Magevney will continue posting weekly and we look forward to some guest posts as well.


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Welcome to our newest contributor

Live At Point C welcomes our newest contributor, danynsmith, to our rotation! We are sure you will all enjoy her posts. Her first one will go up shortly.


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Camp Cook

Lifeatpointc.com welcomes a guest post by Aram

Kyrgyz Veggie SaladOn a recent trip to Kyrgyszstan with a group of friends, we headed out of Bishkek to a small town called Malovodnoye, which means little water in Russian. At this town, we were to spend a couple days playing and hanging out with some kids in a day camp. One of the reasons why the camp existed was to provide nutritional food for the children. Like the name suggests, this town had little water, and the economy was weak so many of the children came to the camp solely to be fed well. On our way to the town, we stopped to pick up bread, vegetables and other various foods for the camp that day. When we arrived, I was asked if, since I was able to speak some Russian, I would be interested in helping the lunch lady cook the food all day. Since I try not to let “no” be in my vocabulary in foreign countries where unique experiences abound, I quickly said “yes”.

One time I tried to make cookies for my friend and I put in half a cup of baking soda instead of baking powder. Needless to say, I am not very helpful in the kitchen. So when I found myself preparing food under a lady who spoke only Russian and was, quite frankly, not too eager to engage in my broken Russian, it was a very humbling experience indeed. Cooking in the metric system? Tough. Cooking in the metric system in Russian? Impossible. In a soviet era school, with no air conditioning and cooking equipment from the 70s, I sweated and toiled cutting tomatoes and cucumbers for vegetable salad for seventy kids. I then filled a giant pot with buckets and buckets of water to make macaroni all the while attempting and failing to make small talk with my lunch lady boss. She meanwhile, just stared at me as she cut slice after slice of crusty bread, her bicep showing to be about 4 times bigger than my own.

At the end of the day, when the pots had been cleaned, the floors mopped and the tables wiped, I turned to the lunch lady, nodded my head and walked out of the cafeteria, completely exhausted and humbled.  At least now I can add to my resume when I graduate college:

Assistant to the Lunch Lady; Malovodnoye, Krgyzstan; Term of employment: One day.


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What is “Life at Point C?”

Have you ever found yourself in an unexpected place in life?

We usually have a pretty good idea where we are, and we often have at least some idea of where we’re headed.  Our present location is a kind of “point A” in our life on the journey to “point B.”  There is a nice, straight line from point A to point B.  Life, however, often has another approach, and while we set off headed to point B, we somehow end up at some third place, “point C.”

For each of the main contributors on this blog, our current location is a kind of “point C,” an unexpected twist in the journey.  Each set off on what we thought was a clear path to point B, but the journey of life has many surprises, and as point B recedes into the background, point C has emerged on the horizon. It is a place in life we never expected to be.

In this blog, we hope to give you glimpses into what life at our point C looks like in a semi-rural part of Kyrgyzstan, the village of Karakol and its environs. We hope you enjoy these little windows into this wonderful corner of the world.