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| The front of Father's house. |
Father's Flowers. |
Dad's House. |
Liya and her
Papa. |
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| Liya and outside the Banya. |
Father and daughter. |
And Leelya too. |
Liya in Dad's
Car. It may look like it was built in 1970 but it is a year 2000 model. |
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| Tuesday 9th - We
neet Natasha in Ust where she was on a Kazzinc Training course. |
Natasha now lives
in Almaty and it was her partner Alexander who met us at Almaty Airport. |
Some views of
Ust-Kamenogorsk at the opposite side of the Bridge pictured earlier. |
Ust-Kamenogrosk Tuesday 9th. |
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| Ust-Kamenogrosk
Tuesday 9th. |
Liya and Natasha
crossing the road to catch a tram. |
Outside the
Lingerie store.... |
Tuesday 9th - Natasha, Liya
and Mark stop for coffee at a Cafe. One of the local Silver-Backed Crows
also stopped in for a drink. |
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| The streets of Ust with a view of the mountains |
We had tried to do this before ourselves at the local Police Station but the
queue was round the block. |
Street life in Ust. |
More streets
of Ust. |
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| Sometimes you
could be in Switzerland. |
Here we all are
on our way to Kazzinc - waiting at the Tram stop. |
This is not our
tram. |
Ust Kamenogorsk Tuesday 9th
August. |
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| Waiting for a Tram.... |
Still waiting for a Tram... |
This is not our Tram... |
Now we are on
the Tram! |
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| Liya on our Tram to Kazzinc. |
The New Kazzinc office block. This was not here five years ago when Mark
first came here. |
After some time enjoying coffee in the new Building we walked over to the
original Offices. |
The section
of the old office building behind Liya's head houses the room where she
first met Mark. |
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| The skyline is dominated by the plant's chimneys. |
The ladies strut their stuff. |
The old Kazzinc Office
Building. |
Wednesday
10th August - jet lag makes us wake early to watch the sunrise from our
Apartment's Balcony. |
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| Even at this time of the morning, before the shops are open, there are
people waiting for buses. |
The Bus Depot that morning. |
Liya was not happy with her
Apartment therefore we went to look at another one. It was worse than the
first. |
Walkaround
Ust again. This time a traffic jam. |
