I cannot even begin to descrobe the nature of this silt and how it covered EVERYTHING. Every bag that was open even a crack had it inside. It exploded into the car like a bomb went off. We were hot. We were thristy. We were sick and tired of the freaking road and then we were covered in this stuff and just started to laugh our heads off. I mean, it had gotten worse! OMG, too funny. Then we got stuck, even worse!! One of those Kazakh guys rubbed the dirt off the picture of me on the hood, pointed at the hood and then pointed at me with a gesture like “is this you?” I gestured yes and he shook his head, motioned toward my incredibly disheveld state and in Russia I made out the words woman, American, but he was shaking his head like what a crazy woman to be so dirty like this. Truly funny!