21Mar07 · 1:12 PM · 
SORRY, the waiter informs our interpreter, there's no fermented mares' milk today. I do my best to look crestfallen.
"It's okay," the translator assures me. "He'll bring camel milk – the number-two drink of Kazakhstan."
A few sips of this vile brew make the horse sausage, boiled mutton and the rest of the dishes in the banquet that follows almost tasty.