Ok, so I am walking down a dirt road, coming back from the beach, looking for a little store to buy a beer for dinner ( the "board" in "room and board" at this place includes three square meals, but nothing except coffee and tea for drinking).
So, among the souvenirs stalls, cheap cafes, and all that you find in most tourist places, what should I find but one of those blow up planetariums where you pay a few bucks (probably rubles) crawl in, and see the constellations on the inside of the dome. I did not expect to see one of these.
No, I did not go in.
Instead I did something I do not think I have ever done before in my whole life. I went a store and bought one can of beer.
i had seen other guys do it. Buy just one tall can of beer. Usually one of those stronger beers that i don't know the names of. Mickeys or Malt liquor or something. I looked at them, the guys buying one can of high alcohol beer. I looked at the way they were dressed, and how they carried themselves kinda down low and humble. And I wondered what circumstances drove those people to buy just one can. Why not a six pack or whatever? Did they not have a few left in the fridge from last week's six pack?
Well, anyway, now I am one of them and I understand. They live at a boarding house that does not serve beer for dinner!
More astronomy: I have thought about a starscape of the big rock on the lake here. But, really, as of 11:30 last night it was still light enough that there we were essentially starless. I was trying to go to sleep, but couldn't because of the caffeine in the too much tea I had for dinner. That is why I had to find the beer tonight. To avoid the caffeine. For health reasons.
Update woke up in the middle of the night. The pointers in the Big Dipper were real high, and pointing south to the North Star.
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