There’s a reason why Central Kyrgystan is so green, rain!

Cold, wet and miserable, we huddled under a roof overhang.

Then we were spotted and invited inside to take part in a feast.

We were desperate to warm up and they were grateful for the distraction.

The women had been cooped up with their children since the storm began. They longed for it to end, so that the children could go play outside.

More Suusamyr impressions:

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