Waylaid posting

Being on the train is a very good time to think and type I have found. even while people talk about you while you do it. haha. the three women and little boy i am with right now are fine. i'm more like a fun oddity than anything else. my russian is really, really rough--but usable. it might take three horrific, shameful tries, but i can get the info i need.
speaking of. the conductor asked me my ticket number when i turned in my sheets and i casually replied 300. which is completely incorrect. i was in 30. he looked at me, repeated 300 and then just started laughing and asked for my ticket. i corrected, but at that point he didn't trust me anymore. he told me he thought i was russian so the mistake is even funnier. i seem to be looking more and more russian of late because people are getting more and more confused when i speak to them in what is obviously not native russian.
and just to exonerate myself a bit: 300= tree sta 30= treat sat

so i don't have TB. negative skin test and nothing in my lungs. it was a relaxing few days but it came at kind of a weird time. so real time side note: the girl sitting next to me just asked something about getting my computer wet. like can it be wet there. i am a bit confused. she had washed her hands and i thought she wanted to look at the pc. i told her she could but it wasn't what she asked for. eh. that's my general russian life here. even when i know the words she uses, its not at all what i think they are saying.
going back to site now and tomorrow i have a drama festival to judge. that will be exciting, but long. long long. oh well. there will be a few other volunteers here and i think someone from the embassy as well. we'll see.

enough writing for now. i have no idea when we are actually getting to shymkent, but it should be less than half an hour. so we'll see when i get home today.