As I got off the bus from my village to Almaty (first stop on my journey) I was met at the bus station by some local friends. They asked me what i wanted to do, and i was too tired to really answer in any coherent way (It was 6 a.m. mind you) so obviously they decided we should go snowboarding. Mr. Broderick - if you are reading this, it was indeed radical. One of the gents that joined us was working here from Brazil and it was his first time. In exchange for teaching him, he let me yell at him in fake Portuguese. He was excited to tell his friends back home, but was sure they would think it was Photoshop. Also of note: i randomly sat on the lift next to a young guy with long hair named Dave. Only he was from England, and had a much fancier accent.
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