I’m alive and well. However, I wanted to kiss the ground when I got out of the airplane in Osh. I have never been on a plane that vibrated so much that I could not understand the fligth attendant over the P.A. system. The door to the pilot kept coming open. Tray tables kept dropping down. We were offered green or black tea or water. My tea looked like it was boiling! A man in the seat next to us was so drunk that he didn’t even respond to the request to fasten his seat belt and the flight attendant just gave up and waled away. After getting into yhr flight, he might have been the wise one. What an adventure I am having! More soon, Karen
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Karen, you are amazing. I loved reading about your adventures and can’t wait for you to post some pictures when
you return. The plane ride story was pretty amazine and I hope the return flight was better. I understand about the quilt show
opening and running out of food. When I attended a textile museum opening in Poland there was a beautiful
table with food and drinks poured into small glasses. It was all gone in seconds before we Americans could
understand what was happening. Yvonne
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