Our "tourist Sunday" was a little cold and a little gray, though a blue sky was gradually peeking through. Terry's gastric distress was worsening. I had been hoping that he would become distracted and forget his symptoms but it was becoming clear that this really was only wishful thinking.
The next stop with our companions Inna the translator and Dima the driver was a lovely park next to the river. The air was shockingly pure and clean. Breathing had the sense of ingesting an icicle. We walked with hands in our pockets through the gate and along the wide walkways of the park. Here and there were families and couples enjoying the early winter day. Their bright voices bounced off the leafless trees.
The mist along the river added to the sense of enchantment. We rustled through the leaves off the path.
It seemed to be a very big park. Benches were scattered here and there amid the stands of what seemed to be birch trees.
I noticed the crows in Uralsk because they aren't all black the way they are at home. They have a lighter middle body and for all the world look like they are wearing white vests. Like crows everywhere, they gathered in public places and swaggered with a sense of entitlement.
While the season had ended, the colorful amusement park rides looked as though an attendant would appear at any moment and summer could resume.
While the season had ended, the colorful amusement park rides looked as though an attendant would appear at any moment and summer could resume. The sun had become quite blue and I felt an amazing sense of wonder in this magical amusement park on the other side of the world. I walked faster to see the brightly painted buildings and Ferris Wheel. Glancing back, Terry did not look like he was nearly as pleased.
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