The trouble is that the snow does not get cleared very effectively. The major roads are eventually ploughed and traffic heat clears them but the side streets and most sidewalks are packed snow or ice. We only had a few centimeters of snow, so it isn't packed very deep, but that makes it no less slippery.
This morning it was even colder. The view out the window of our bedside clock and thermometer is on the right. The temperature was flickering between -21 and -22. Another cold day.
Yesterday the ice was solid across the river on the north side (upstream) of the bridge, but there was still a channel of water on the south side. However it was very icy on the bridge and cars were slipping all over. Sandra's minibus taking her to work couldn't make it over the hump of the bridge and had to have several attempts, before it was able to get to the downward slope. At lunchtime yesterday she missed the bus home and had to walk. But by the time she arrived back she was very cold, and ended up going back to the office after lunch on the bus. Yesterday afternoon I had to make desserts fo a dinner we were invited to, so actually went to the stores three times, twice on foot and later in the dark by taxi. Early afternoon I walket up Satpayeva Street and they were starting to erect the Christmas Tree on Mahambet Square.
|In my cold outside garb, still snow on my boots!|
The river is now fully frozen. It looked that way, but I was not sure until I watched someone walk across it. Yesterday it was still water! There are two schools of thought, the locals really know and understand the river (which I assume) or the locals have a love of ice fishing greater than a love of life (Sandra expounds this theory, and points to the number of deaths of people falling through the ice as evidence). Surprising to say, we have not been out on the river yet...