Before I left for Kyrgyzstan, my mother
asked me to buy her a Kyrgyz saddle while I was there. Early on in my trip, I
found an antique wooden saddle for about $14. In late October, shortly before
returning to the US, I shipped it home. You may remember the story: I
spent a ridiculously long time in the post office, spent $100 on shipping AND
they managed to insert my absentee ballot into the box instead of mailing it to
its proper destination. Anyway, after being home for nearly two full months,
both my mother and I had given up on the saddle ever making it to The Small
Southern Town. I figured it was being ridden around Kyrgyzstan by whomever
acquired my fitted sheet and my chocopies, and whatever else the Kyrgyz post
stole from me.
The box, in its hand sewn linen sack
Hand stitching and a wax seal
A closer look at the wax seal of the Bishkek Post Office
Hand stitching and seals
Mom gets her saddle
The saddle in all its glory :-)
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