K is for Knowledge

Or too much of it. I'm in yet ANOTHER international fares training class. This is a two-day course that gets into the nitty gritty of constructing fare calculation lines for complicated international itinteraries, like ones that make several stopovers in different countries on different continents. And my brain literally hurt when the class was over. What's worse is I had to go back on the phones for two hours so that I worked my whole ten-hour shift. Gotta go through the whole thing again tomorrow. Better get a stronger cup of coffee tomorrow morning...

And here's a random "K" place-name. Have fun saying this one:

Kyzyl-Kyya, Kyrgyzstan.


Don't ask me. :)