Pay Your Taxes
There is an interesting post up on the Russian NewEurasian Kazakhstan blog about how government workers stretch those meager salaries. For those who don’t ready Russian, basically, a German company was celebrating with a big lunch in a hotel. An entourage was waiting for them at the bar, including both police and civilians. After they paid up, some government officials came out of a backroom and one of the entourage that had been waiting spoke to the restaurant manager and sped out of the bar with the government officials.
A waiter come over to the Germans and say, “Sorry, you need to pay for your friends at the bar.”
Of course, the Germans didn’t know these people but by the time someone got to the street to call the freeriders back, they were all speeding away in government cars.
As the author noted, it’s a little hard to see how this will encourage foreign investment in Kazakhstan or spread the word that Kazakhs are so hospitable. Borat himself couldn’t have thought of anything worse.

The other day I got hungry, it was hot in Astana, and I thought an ice cream bar was just the thing. And then I saw it in the freezer at Gros and had to buy the USSR Ice Cream bar. It wasn’t anything fancy, just vanilla ice cream with a chocolate coating. Perhaps it was an attempt to pick up the popularity of that song that was popular a while back, “Я сделан в СССР” (I was made in the USSR). I could make endless jokes about how the chocolate coating was cracked into little bits, or how cheap it was, but I won’t bother.

