Once the programme has finished I had some holiday time before heading back to the UK, and wanted to see a bit more of the country and go visit some of my friends and previous volunteers. After the UK volunteers finished, Umed took me to visit a Holy Muslim place called 44 springs in the South of Tajikistan where legend has it that the prophet Mohammed was in the area and there was no water, nothing to drink. So he asked for water and each step he took resulted in a spring of water coming out of the ground. As a result there are 44 natural springs and a stream and you can swim in the water (obviously I did) and it was a very calm a relaxing place. Women had a separate area so I went alone and had some hilarious broken conversations with them about where I was from, whilst trying to get the ladies to swim with me. Umed said he could hear our laughter over the males/female fence! We also visited a very old Mosque/Madrassa which had been renovated and was very beautiful. After exploring some more of QT and surprise secret trip, I headed back to Dushanbe which included staying with John the country director in Tajikistan and Tolib who used to work for VSO, then to Khujand to see Ganjina (my previous counterpart) and local volunteers from there, then did a tour of some remote areas in the Zerafshan villages. Zerafshan in an area in the Fann Mountains, in between Khujand and Dushanbe and this valley has two sides, the side I visited is less travelled. This was a great trip, staying in homestays in small villages in the mountains, learning what life is like for people there. I visited one area called the Yagnob valley where a unique group of Tajik people are from and they speak a language only spoken in this part of the valley – nowhere else in the world speaks this language. In these villages I was invited to tea, told life stories and invited to take photos of their houses and bread making. I got to experience a much tougher side to Tajikistan, and in fact the reality for most Tajiks, living in very remote areas where the roads are cut off by snow for half of the year and there is no running water and only electricity for 4 – 6 hours a day in the winter. I heard about how children stop school aged 11 to start helping in the fields or with the animals and how limited opportunities were. The villages were noticeably absent of young men, as this was because many were in Russia, working to send money home. I saw women doing traditional male roles, labouring hard and scratching a living. It was very humbling and made me think about how I was amazed and in awe of the beautiful landscape, but does that really mean much to you when you are struggling to survive? On the way back I met an NGO who were doing contemporary art projects in rural communities, bringing Tajik artists to run sessions with children, sculpture, painting, drawing in order to develop their expression and creativity. In a tiny village it was an amazing thing to witness, the children were having a great time creating and learning in a way they had never done so before. The few days I spent in this valley gave me some head space to think about heading home, I did some hiking, and got away from my phone and the outside world for a bit. After this I headed down to Habib’s (ICS programme manager and my counterpart in 2013 and very good friend) family home in the rural south of Tajikistan, by the border with Afghanistan. I had wanted to visit his family for a long time, and this weekend was second Eid, Eid Kurbon, so was a perfect time to go. 5 hours from Dushanbe and we arrived and I finally met Habib’s wife and 2 children, plus his 3 sisters, mother, father ,one of his brothers, 3 sister in laws and 6 nieces and nephews, not to mention the neighbours! His family made me feel so welcome and before I knew it, I was wearing a headscarf and joking with the women in the family. Only Habib speaks English in the family, and there were quite a lot of times when it was just me and the rest of the women, so we developed communication through sign language, my broken Tajik, pointing at things, using photos and generally laughing a lot. I laughed so much and by the end of the weekend I was their English Apa (sister) and they were my Tajik Apais (sisters). It was so interesting for me to observe the roles within this very traditional family, the roles of the women in particular, the wives of the sons who are in Russia, but live with the parents in law. All the women pitch in and help with cooking, cleaning, preparing, with the children and it all works in a very fluid system. Everyone knows their role and knows exactly what to do when a certain person walks in the room, and pre-empts the movements of other people. Eid Kurbon was great, I got to have some traditional food and visit some other houses as well. Kurbon translated to ‘sacrifice’ so this Eid is really all about meat, meat and more meat, so unsurprisingly I got sick and had to stay an extra day longer, which I was pretty ok with because I felt so at home with the family (apart from the severe toilet dashing). I got to see some moments of happiness and some sadness and experience some real Tajik traditions, and was a perfect way to end my time in Tajikistan – with an incredible Tajik family. Before I left, Habib’s mother gave me a beautiful Tajik dress made from traditional Tajik material that was over 40 years old, passed on from her mother. She made me the dress and it fitted perfectly and I was so touched by this gift, such a kind thing to do. When I did leave I did so with a very heavy heart, tears in my eyes and feeling so lucky to have had a wonderful last few days.