So the person behind the window (it had been window number 4) had told us to go to a certain address the next morning. The next morning – that was today. So we went to this building that looked like it was from Soviet times: And within the building, it seemed to be just corridors: […]
Okay, so this entry is actually not only about today, but also about yesterday. For once I had arrived at Avrazia, I decided to hitch a ride to the border right away. So I went to the other side of the road and stood there for a while: Hitchhiking turned out to be harder than […]
Woke up in my tent, and hell yes, I was still alive: And except for my friends (the cows) having disappeared, everything was just the way it should be: It took me almost an hour to pack up all my stuff: But after that I was back on the road again: It wasn’t really any […]
When I left the little town of Uzynagash in the early morning, I was feeling weak. My allergies had returned, and I was still struggling with a case of bad stomach. It was okay though. I went to a pharmacy to get some meds, then I went to one of these shops to get a […]
I left Yegbakir’s family after breakfast, and when I did, it seemed as though the Caboose had found a new friend: I walked down village roads: It was neither too hot nor too cold, and everything was quiet: It was very nice. I felt perfectly happy, and there was only a short moment of irritation […]
I woke up knowing that I would dance today. But when I looked at my foot I didn’t really feel like doing anything: I left anyway. With my iPhone gone, I didn’t have any mobile internet anymore. I owned another phone, a Samsung that I used solely as a pocked camera. So I went to […]
Okay, so I finally did it. I got up, gathered all my things and rolled the Caboose out from her storage and onto the street. Then I said good-bye to the good people from the hostel I had been staying at: Only Sarkozy (that yellow-eyed demon on the left) kept ignoring me. I suspect that […]
I was going to leave today. Load up the Caboose and walk, walk, walk. Promises had been made. Promises that I would leave. Leave. Leave. Finally, there would be one less German in Almaty, one less half-Hungarian in Almaty. One less one-eighth Russian/Armenian/Swiss-French-whatever in Almaty. Yet leave I did not. Instead I went and had […]
Yes, the rain had come: I decided it would be my last day of therapy: Wanted to go to an outdoor store and ended up in a shop full of guns: Bought a knife: The handle was supposedly made from birch wood, and I immediately fell in love with it. I also got some additional […]