Monthly Archives: April 2017

tragic satsivi

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I left Tashkent on a sunny afternoon: …and landed in Almaty on a cloudy evening: (The above picture is the stadium that I had seen when it was still under construction more than a half year ago.) When I went out to get something to eat, it felt as if Almaty had not changed at […]


rail transport

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My Uzbek visa was about to run out in two days. So the night before I had left the Caboose with Firuza in Mirbazar and taken a cab back to Samarkand. And now I was to return to Tashkent by train and then Almaty by plane to get a new visa there. Today was about […]


our photos

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When I got back to the restaurant where the Caboose had spent the night, the first thing we all did was take photos together: Lots and lots of photos: And because everyone felt sorry that I hadn’t been able to spend the night there, I got treated to a very nice breakfast of chicken tabaka: […]


little dudes and eggs and soap

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Juma having no hotel and Uzbekistan having a rule that foreigners had to stay in hotels in order to register could mean only one thing: I had parked the Caboose overnight, hopped in a car back to Samarkand, slept there and then taken a taxi back to Juma in the morning. It was all very […]


green again

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Loaded up the Caboose in the morning, and she was ready to go: I had added some reflective tape for extra visibility in the dark: And then we were on our way. Finally. After more than three months! Samarkand was looking her finest: We walked past traffic: And more traffic: One time there was an […]


wrap it up

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Feeling that my work was done, I sat down in the warm morning sun and read some Eco: All was well in Samarkand. But when I went to check on the Caboose, I discovered something terrible: The paint was no good. Fuck, I thought. Fuggidifuckfuckfuck. I went and bought a scraper: Samarkand was looking extra […]


second coat

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The paint had basically dried overnight, so I went and took the Caboose home to the place where I was staying, upon which I decided that she needed an additional coat of paint. It was a beautiful day out: I walked around under the blue sky and bought some more of the paint we had […]


flat matt

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When morning dawned, it was time to look the truth in the eye: I had failed. The Caboose was still very rusty. I was told to get diesel oil to get rid of the rust, so I ventured outside with a glass jar, trying to find diesel oil: In the end a taxi driver knew […]


red hair in a black box

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So the Caboose was still healthy: But she was dirty: And she was rusty: So I figured I had to clean her: I’d gotten two sponges and a bottle of fanta: When I was done I didn’t exactly feel happy with the results. But I decided to go visit Tamerlan’s grave anyway, for I had […]


…and my chair

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I arrived in Samarkand early in the morning, and the first thing I did was check on the Caboose: Then I went to sleep in a calm and dark room of the hostel where I was staying: And then, in the late afternoon, I took a little walk around town. Samarkand was so much prettier […]


I want to sit next to me

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I ended up packing my stuff in the morning. When I got to the airport, the lady at the counter told me that I didn’t have a flight from Hannover via Moscow to Samarkand. I had a flight from Hannover to Moscow and another flight from Moscow to Samarkand. Can’t tell the difference? Well, there […]


throwing shade

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My last day home, and I still hadn’t gotten all my things in order. I was backing up files to different hard drives, washing clothes, charging batteries, etc. etc. I soon found out I needed to go to the city to buy some things. And what a fine day it was: When I arrived in […]


more pink

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Remember I told you a few months ago that I like the color pink? Well, today Bad Nenndorf was very pretty: Just lots and lots of pink: And more pink: Pink everywhere: Now remember how I told you a few days ago about the nazis that come here once a year? Yeah.


new pants and the survival of the inner city

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Central Asian societies didn’t enjoy short pants very much. A man had to wear long pants, period. So I had gotten an additional pair of long pants, only to find out that I needed to get them trimmed to the length of my legs. I ended up taking them to a tailor shop: Remembering the […]


West Wing

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Easter Sunday. I was home with my dad, watching The West Wing: This is a TV show from the early 2000s where people basically just walk around in the corridors of the White House, shooting witty lines of dialogue at each other. It’s great, but given the current political situation it’s also pretty sad. I […]


TLW – Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan

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Stayed inside and worked on my video some more: And here it is: The Longest Way – Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan. It’s supposed to give you an idea of what it was like the last half year or so, walking from China to Samarkand.


Turkish food

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Had some Turkish food in Hamburg: It was delicious. Too much, but delicious. Then I got on a train home. Maybe Turkey was going to be full of delicious food? I had been there before, but not very consciously. Sometimes developing a wish needs time. Turkey was high on my wishlist now, a place that […]


paper which has been seen

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Got up very early today and hopped on a train: I had to go north if I wanted to get a visa for Iran: So I went to Hamburg, and when I got there, it felt a bit like home: It was just like in many of the other places where I had lived for […]


counting dough

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Started to prepare for my return to Central Asia. And for that, I needed money. So I counted what I already had: I had some Euros, Uzbek Som, Kyrgyz Som, Kazakh Tenge, Chinese Yuan, American Dollars, and Swiss Franks. But of course it was never enough.


Book Slap

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Another day, another walk with Feivel: And finally, time to write a new review on my travel book blog: I was still tired.