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Yesterday it had got cold and dark before I began to think of going for dinner so I didn't bother and just ate biscuits in my room. They were the Tajikistan equivalent of Garibaldi biscuits (aka squashed fly biscuits). If they're not a familiar concept for youse Americans you'll have to google'em.
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Living it up on the edge ... of civilisation, within the southwest coast of 
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