Monthly Archives: January 2017

Chinese shirt

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When I was on the road in Uzbekistan, when the Caboose got destroyed and I was scared of jackals, I would say to myself: “once I am in Germany, right before my tour through Switzerland, I am going to take it easy and do NOTHING for a while.” Yeah, it didn’t really work out that […]


Feivel

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Yes… …he is… …that… …cute.


old maps

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Today I got asked by an elderly relative where Uzbekistan was. I said Uzbekistan was below Kazakhstan. “Can you show me on a map?” she said and handed me a book that looked suspiciously old. It was an atlas from before World War II, from before World War I even. The Russian Federation was still […]


threshold

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My presentation tour through Switzerland was going to start in about a week. So I needed to prepare a bunch of things: books, photos, videos. Sometimes it could feel a bit overwhelming, and I found myself wishing for the road, for the Caboose, for the dust. I liked to lay on a carpet I had […]


how he feels every day

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Ruben and I were going to do something nice today. Something nice for the others. We really liked borscht, so we were going to make a large pot of it for our family to enjoy. How hard could it be? First we looked up a recipe online, then we went to the grocery store and […]


listen to this

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Took a walk: Bad Nenndorf, this little place where I was from, never seemed to change: At all. Oh, and I started listening to a group my brother had shown me while we were on the road: Baby Queens. The older I get, the more satisfying an experience it is to find new music that […]


running into the runner

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Our flight was going to depart at four in the morning. So we went and had one last dinner at a Georgian restaurant around the block: Awesome it was, a poem of meat… …of bread and of cheese… …and of garlic: It was only after we were done with all of this that we realized […]


memento

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Remember how we tried to see one of the world’s oldest surviving copies of the Qur’an, but we failed? That was more than two weeks ago. Today we came back, and we triumphed! First we bought tickets, then we inserted some money into this strange looking machine: I thought it was a dispenser for chewing […]


Hungry Steppe by train

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We had to leave. So I asked the owners of the hotel if there was any way I could store my Caboose with them for a few months. “Sure”, they said. Then they showed me a place under a staircase in the yard: There was a large basement just under the hotel, and it was […]


honeycomb of expectations

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I have to be honest: I was a bit scared of Samarkand before I came here. Not scared as in scared of the police or scared of a bear. But scared of my own expectations. I had been dreaming about Samarkand for almost a decade by now. Would the city let me down? Short answer: […]


Samarkand

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When we woke up, we came up with a plan. Ruben was going to stay in the city and take care of some things for us there. Book train tickets. Check out some local souvenirs. That sort of thing. I took a cab back to Bulungur and met up with the family who had stored […]


welcome to yolo

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When we woke up, we were still alive. The stove was still burning. The gas hadn’t killed us. So we left the place and got on the road. Bought some bread on the way: Gallaorol looked a bit better in the sun, but only a bit: I got a bit upset at this stretch of […]


gas

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When we got up in the morning, the fog was gone. So we started walking: The city was alright to walk: After a while, Jizzakh disappeared behind us, and we were on a country road: We knew from the map that the road was going to lead through a mountain range, so we were not […]


wealth of fog

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We were still staying in, innocently celebrating our newfound affluence: When we went out for dinner, a thick fog was covering Jizzakh: Anyway, we managed to find the place we usually went to. It was called Smile: So we sat down and ordered a bunch of fast food: When we were done, the fog was […]


broke/unbroke

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We were broke. So we took a cab to some obscure place: And then we weren’t broke anymore. We decided to celebrate with pizza for lunch: And burgers for dinner: Oh, and we watched a lot of Simpsons, too.


frozen vacation

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We knew today was going to be tough, because we had seen the whole distance. The thing about walking is this: it seems much harder from a vehicle or an airplane, because then you are able to see large distances at a time. But once you are out there walking on your own two feet, […]


ride ahead

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In the morning, we said good-bye to Tatyana, the friendly lady who was in charge of our hotel in Yangiyer: Then we took a cab back to Ulyanovo and went to Ikram’s house. The Caboose was there. And so was his family. It was Sunday. “Come in for tea!” they said. So we went in […]


7-0-0-0

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When we got up, we packed the Caboose and took her outside, upon which we immediately set her down again… …for this was our place to dance: We had come up with a plan to dedicate this historical 7000km dance to heroes of our childhood. I guess it’s not up to us to decided whether […]


almost a dance

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When we finally left Gulistan, we got terribly lost in its bazaar: See the gate in the back of the picture? That wasn’t the way out. Well, we walked past Christmas decorations… …and past a sign that said SAMARQAND: This was the first time that I had ever seen the name Samarqand outside in the […]


smashing subaquatic soup

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More unwellness meant more staying in the hotel. Well, we left our room once to go to a restaurant nearby. It had a sort of underwater theme, and the music was really fucking loud: We were not sure if we liked this or not (we kinda did: check out the soundtrack of the day), but […]