Cowboys Shoot Each Other, But They Don't Eat Their Horse

So the days now are all quite similar, and this is by design.  We are picked up at our hotel at 845am and driven to the orphanage.  We let ourselves in to the room where our son is around 10am, and he rushes into our arms all excited yelling Mamma, Papa!  We stay for two hours until lunch/nap time at 12, then we come back at 4pm and stay until 6.

So what does one do for four hours in a little town in the Kyrgyz Republic just across the border from Kazakhstan?  Go to Hawaii of course.  Hawaii is a neat little restaurant just outside of the village the orphanage is in.  It is quite touristy with a camel, some deer to feed, and a restaurant located on a man made lake.  My wife, ever the one to immerse herself in the cultural experience, decided to go for a local Kyrgyz ethnic dish...  you guessed it: horse and noodles!  So yesterday, she ate a horse in Hawaii.

Today, she's not feeling quite so good.  I told her to cowboy up and get back in the saddle... problem is, she ate the horse, so...  I'm not sure where you go from there. 

Cowboys shoot each other, but they don't eat their horse.  Today I opted for the grilled chicken, she had a ham and cheese sandwich.  :  )