One of the guys on the trip helped me to my room with my small bag because I had to carry it up the steps and that means lifting my suitcase from my elbows essentially. Petite people are too close to the earth. Anyway about ten minutes later he can’t find his money or his phone which were in a fanny pack. Everyone in the hotel is searching and now, we are all standing around the security tapes trying to research what might have happened. This means three young guys manning the office, three of us, two women and two babies, the laundry lady and the maid. Wish I had a picture of this. Everyone wants to help. Very nice people.
Complimentary too. (Not bragging here), We were coming through the first security at the airport and the guard helped me put my bags on the x.ray and he kept saying “madam, ” “madam” and giving me the thumbs up. I thought he wanted to practice his English so I smiled and said ” yes, very good, yes,” Then he said “Mrs.” and I said ” no, Miss (didn’t want to muddy the waters by saying “doctor.”) So he kept doing it and we were holding up the line to go through customs and finally he called our guide over and spoke to him in Uzbek.
“Julie, he is saying you are a very beautiful woman.” Timor said. I thanked the guide but turned bright red and moved on quickly. Cant imagine this exchange ever happening with a TSA agent in the USA. HAH!! You just never know
