Here Thee art in Turkmenistaneth and once again Thee hath been set-upon by the nice gentlemen. I must say though, I art beginning to wonder if he art really that nice!
He stinketh unto high heaven of camel dung and his face art verily red and angry when he spaketh unto Thee. Again he taketh Thy gift with glee but he rambles on in his curious tongue.

Thee knoweth not what he sayeth. Lo! I keep giving unto him more books but alas, he must sell them as quickly as I can hand-eth them over for they disappear! Oh well, Bang! Sales must be-eth climbing!

At least this (not so) nice gentleman seemeth to explain unto the peoples of these Far Flung Lands, the absolute importance of the God they hath in their presence! I must sayeth that they act-eth accordingly. Thee doth appreciate being treated with the respect-eth that Thee deserve-eth.

And so, another strange land and another strange custom.

This time they art tying Thy ankles together and tying Thy hands together and linking Thee between two camels. I guess they do not wish Thee to burn Thy feet walking upon the hot sand. Heaven knoweth Thy thighs art red enough! (thanks be upon Apple-Mac-eth for that!) (that wert pure sarcasm people of Mac-eth, if ye not knoweth!)

Anyway, we art off somewhere, Thee knoweth not wherest! Luckily Thy lapethtop hath voice recognition for Thee cannot use Thy hands!

Lo! These camels seemeth to be going in different directions! Art they brain-sick? One goeth hither and one goeth thither!
Thee art being stretched-eth. Bloody hell!
They will slew Thee in their excitement-eth!
Stop-eth! Please stop-eth!
Whoa yon camel! Whoa I sayeth unto ye!

O, I feeleth faint....

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