This story is a completely different version of my story in The Best Women’s Travel Writing anthology, about my night stranded on a mountain in Kyrgyzstan. This is what my support driver and Kyrgyz cultural guide were doing while I was stumbling around in the dark, drowning in my own bodily fluids, stepping in poo, scaring horses off cliffs, insulting the nomads, shaking from hypothermia, and worse. This point of view opens with: Alexey Drozdov, chauffeur, has never before had to phone his tour operator employer to say the words, “I’ve lost a tourist” until he met me… (click to read story)