Kokshetau's nappy lake. Lakefront property is not prestigious.
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A Kokshetau suburb
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The brand new Kazakh culture palace. Pink pink pink!
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The statue of Ablaikhan in the central square. Lenin used to be here; now he's a few hundred feet over in a
less prominent place.
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My host mother with her unclaimed check for shares of Soviet industry
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Sunset over Kokshetau, seen from my balcony
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Traditional dances in honor of National elections
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...followed by break dancing in honor of National elections!
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Baravoi, a couple hours and about 700 TGZ from Kokshetau
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Baravoi
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Baravoi
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Baravoi
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Students burning brush. The teacher shown is the chess player I talked about.
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Kids hanging out behind Ablaikhan
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Otan is Nazarbaev's party. Vote for your motherland!
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Ptitsa Fabrika - Chicken factory! Note the broad-shouldered concrete chicken gazing off into the bright socialist future.
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This abandoned bus station, or whatever it is, made me miss Matt Zanon somehow.
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An outhouse float, we think, for Den' Goroda. Note the weird Russian woman hugging me, uninvited. Note that "Made
in Russia" is written, in English, on the car tires. Note the shawerma in my hand, and the clumsy
expression in my face as I try not to choke on the shawerma in my mouth in surprise at being hugged.
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It says "Love Is"
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Den' Goroda parade, ura!
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The last moments of the Den' Goroda carnival
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The American diaspora (mostly shown)'s favorite cafe. Note: dark beer.
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My host mom and our special-ed cat
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Chingis, my punk-rock host brother
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