I have found my way into the city of Uralsk again. This time, there is an AIDS / HIV Information walk that was began by a previous volunteer (whom we all miss).  I am sitting in the little internet cafe at Kazakhtelecom listening to music blasting out from the cafe next door. It sounds live which means several things, least of which being there's probably a wedding going on next door.

I wanted to write about the trip that I took to visit the volunteers, but I can't seem to remember what it was that I wanted to write about.

For that matter, I can't think of anything to write about with this, this, this music going on in the background.

Take care out there...