It’s always the same:
Whenever I am about to embark on a journey, I feel nervous. This time was no exception. I hadn’t walked in more than a month, a new country lay ahead, winter was coming. I hated it.
But there is always an upside: it can feel pretty nice to just do things anyway.
Also, I didn’t want to look like a coward in front of the Caboose.
So we left Shymkent on a snowy road:
On time there was a dedication to German music on a wall:
Another time there was a colorful house:
And I remembered what people had been telling me about Shymkent before. That there would be colorful houses.
The road out of Shymkent was busy and a bit tough:
One time there was a large car market:
Used vehicles from Europe and Japan mostly.
We knew we were still in Kazakhstan because there was a big monument of some dude on a horse:
And then it was just road, road, road:
One time these two dudes stopped for a chat:
They were much nicer than what you would expect from the picture.
Here’s the Let’s Walk of the day:
It turned out to be a rather long walk because I was hopelessly out of shape.
There was some snow:
And then, just as I was about to enter the village of Rabat, this guy called Nurzhan appeared:
“Where are you going to sleep?” he wanted to know. Soon it was decided that I should go to his house for the night.
So I walked a little more:
Then this gentleman appeared and asked me the exact same question as Nurzhan had before:
I told him I was staying at Nurzhan’s place, and he approved, so we just took a few pictures:
Then I was on my way to Nurzhan’s house:
His little kid was there:
As well as his parents and two other kids:
I really liked his dad:
But they were all fun:
Especially the little one:
And just like that, walking didn’t feel that scary any more.