Monthly Archives: December 2016

pomegranate + the v

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I slept for a long time, and then I went out: Astana was nice around Christmas: the lights, the dry cold, the sound of crunching snow. I went and found a place where you could have food and make drawings on the tablecloth at the same time: So I ordered a crêpe with mushrooms… …and […]


one fourth of everything

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Woke up, packed my stuff and went outside to hitch a ride back to Baht, the place where I had parked the Caboose the night before. Some of you might remember from a few months back that I suck at hitchhiking, so I ended up standing there for a while, holding out my arm, trying […]


Alexander’s river

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When I woke up, I was greeted by heavy rain. So I went back to sleep. Two hours later, the rain had gone, only the clouds were still there: It was very windy. I crossed the river Syr Darya at this bridge: Wasn’t allowed to take any pictures of the river itself and had my […]


la Cabouse est morte, vive la Cabouse!

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So there she was: The new Caboose: The Caboose 2.0: Nice, huh? We started walking right away, through the bazaar of Yangiyul, filled with cars and cars and people: Then the bazaar gave way to a more quiet road: There was a mosque once: And the road got even more quiet: This was the first […]


respectwalk

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Today Samandar and his dad picked me up, and they had the new Caboose with them: I was excited to take her for a walk, but no. We had to go back to the police and wait around some more. For the third time. I was reminded of my court case in Almaty a couple […]


Christmas Caboose

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Had to go back to the police today. Samandar, the destroyer of Cabooses (who was actually a pretty nice guy) took his best friend along: The whole thing at the police ended up taking a very long time. Then we went to Zafar’s workshop to see how far the new Caboose had come along: The […]


santa hats

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The police were busy at the police station doing their thing. Zafar was busy working his magic on the remains of the Caboose. It was Christmas Day. I decided to keep wearing my Santa hat and stay in with a bottle of beer: I watched some Russian reality TV, which was unbelievably stupid (or rather, […]


hold me, plastic tree

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Christmas Eve. The one day when I really miss my home. I spent most of it at a police station near the accident site. The cops were alright. They had me write a report in English and came up with a translator. I tried to keep my report as simple as possible: On our way […]


death of the Caboose

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Wearing my blue Santa hat, and with the Caboose nicely adorned, I said good-bye to the friendly people of the hotel: Looking back it seems a little bit like decorating a sheep that’s about to be slaughtered. But I didn’t know that yet. So we walked out of Tashkent, the place that felt like a […]


the red bell and the blue bell

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I wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. Not without a Santa hat. So I went to a bazaar around the corner from my hotel, which was where I bumped into the next president of the United States of America: …but it turned out to be just a wealthy chicken. I left the president/chicken and proceeded to […]


Zafar The Great

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Polished my shoes to achieve better water resistance: Then I went to a small local bazaar… …and came out with wads of cash. If you know what I mean. Then I hopped in a cab and went back to the sporting goods shop where they had repaired my spare wheel. In the process of repairing […]


Caboose 1.2 (I like big butts and I cannot lie)

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The Caboose was still in need of some work. Born around eight years ago in Zhangye, China, she had gotten a slight tweak a few months later near Dunhuang and then a major overall shortly thereafter in the desert city of Shanshan. This year in July she had gotten a new paint job at the […]


photo of a blue chip

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Tashkent was beautiful today: Light snow and sky that was blue: I decided to take the metro to an old part of town: I liked the ticket that I got very much, and I liked the metro itself as well. There are only two subway systems in this part of the world, the other one […]


cucumbers

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Sometimes I forget which day of the week it is. Today was Sunday anyway. And it was still snowing/raining/being generally shitty outside. So I stayed in and wrote some blog posts: Had some cup noodles: And some cucumbers: The cucumbers reminded me of the days when I was in the Gobi desert with my brother […]


velomasters of the universe

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With the blue sky gone and snow descending upon Tashkent, I decided it was a good time to go out: I wanted to take the Caboose to get a general checkup: At least that was the idea. So I marked a place on the map where an alleged velomaster was supposed to reside. Then I started […]


holidays and the mall

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Did some laundry today: Then I started uploading my Let’s Walk videos: It felt like being catapulted back to the early 2000s, the internet was so slow. Not sure if that’s a general issue here or if it’s just this hotel, or just this time. Anyway, it was slow. The hotel people were busy preparing […]


millionaire meets Pushkin

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I was still not over the whole money issue: Hilarious. And sad. At the same time. Went out to a blue sky over Tashkent: Saw more Pepsi ads: Had some ice-cream: And saw a monument to an awesome dude: Pushkin. One of the greatest writers of all time. Of Russian, German, Scandinavian and Cameroonian descent. […]


Tashkent

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Woke up and brushed my teeth next to the road: You can see the border to Uzbekistan right be hind me. Then I changed some Uzbek money and got this ridiculously large wad of cash: Inflation is the name of the game. Had some cookies and some ice-tea, watched some “Modern Family” on my phone […]


a perfect bench and a Caboose in pain

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Everyone got up pretty early, when it was still dark outside. We had some tea and some bread, then we said good-bye: Yerik introduced me to his neighbor, a blind gentleman who really loved the idea of walking around with the Caboose: I was a bit worried though, because the ball bearings on one of […]


the worst kind of rain

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Woke up, had some tea with Nurzhan, and then I got on my way again. Nurzhan’s dad had been telling me about an uphill slope I was going to have to tackle. And he was right, it sucked. But there was a reward at the end: The Caboose liked it very much: But I was […]