Since I had to look up Uzbizistan (I can't even spell it now) in our atlas, which sadly is out of date, I can only imagine how alone your house guest must feel. I've lived outside the US and, introspect, cherish every moment. Now that you mention the closing of the gap with your chickens, I understand that my saving grace was my love of horses. The Peruvian Cavalry permitted me to ride with them not because of my towering talent nor ability to influence foreign aid, but my love of their horses. That was our common ground. Not unlike tiny chickens emerging from their shells. 
... All creatures great and small...