New Season

Fall is finally here in Azerbaijan. This is great since the weather is not only bearable, but I would go so far as to say perfect. Unfortunately this also means that ice cream is dissapearing from stores more and more every day. I'm also not a fan of it getting darker earlier but I'll take it if it means I don't sweat through three shirts a day. Unfortunately my computer has also broken, I need to go drown my sorrows over that in some ice cream as soon as possible. Fall also means that school has started again and kids are running around the streetsof Quba n their suits and skirts again. I'm also down to 12 weeks left in Azerbaijan! This dawned on me as being barely any time at all while I was trying to schedule my last visits to different regions and friends. Clock is ticking down.

Out to Lunch

So, Quba has the best doner in all of Azerbaijan (no matter what Lucy says) and I'm lazy and it's hot so didn't want to cook anything today, hence, I went and got doner. Unfortunately I used my last qepik to but ice cream for breakfast (don't judge me) so I had to go to the ATM. As I was walking to my bank I saw a group of elderly people awkwardly hanging out in the shade on the street. Whatever, this is Azerbaijan, stranger things have happened. However as I got closer someone from the bank across the street uttered something in Azeri and the elderly loiterers turned into a mob and bum rushed the ATM (not my bank's). Now, when pension money comes out at the end of the month there are always unorganized lumps of people around the ATM, but I have never seen the stampede that happens before. So I continued on to my ATM which luckily nobody in Quba really uses so there is never a line. On my way I awkwardly walked through a group of 10 men praying on the street. Then I got honked at, yelled at in Russian, stared at, and got my doner. It was delicious.