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So I left.

I figured the least I could do was walk to a friend’s house in the western part of the city. Leave the crowded area around the shrine. Leave the roaches. Breathe.

leaving the center of Mashhad

It turned into a very angry walk.

I squeezed through some of the most insane traffic I had ever witnessed. The sidewalk was mostly unusable for the Caboose and me, because people would park their cars on it, like the driver of this vehicle:

bad driver 1

Or this one:

bad driver 2

Or this one:

bad driver 3

I hated it so much that I have decided not to share today’s Let’s Walk video with you. It’s called “The Angriest Way”, and it’s almost a full hour of anger. Maybe I’ll share it at some point later in time. But not now.

Anyway, so I walked out of the city center, hating everything:


And then I came to this place:


I set down the Caboose, and I said: “one crรชpe please!”


Or rather, I pointed and gestured and smiled.

Anyway, I received my crรชpe, and there were pieces of banana and strawberry in it, and it was absolutely smothered in nutella, and it was goooooood:


So then I was happy again:


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I found a network of back streets that helped me avoid the congested avenues:

quiet street in Mashhad

It seemed like an area where rich people lived:

rich neighborhood in Mashhad

At least that’s what I figured, judging from the walls, the gates, and the houses behind them:

gated house

Then I was on a main road again, and it was hellish, of course, but now I took it like someone who had just had a giant nutella crรชpe:

road out of Mashhad

So it was okay.

I even saw a place where city planning made any sense to me, and it was this underpass where I was able to cross the avenue without having to fear for my life in the process:


I had reached a large university at this point, and there were many young people around, giving the area an atmosphere that was much more laid back and comfortable than that of the city center:

near the university

I walked until it got dark:

western part of Mashhad

And sometimes I still cursed, for instance when the gutter next to the sidewalk was particularly hard for the Caboose and me to cross:

bad sidewalk

Or when there were obstacles in our way:

sidewalk in Mashhad

But overall I was pretty happy. I felt as if a weight had been taken off my shoulders. The pressure of the inner city was gone. There was space to breathe out here:

shop at night

There seemed to be less spirituality:


But more life.

  • Kevin

    In the Swedish papers today: “Several Swedish and international companies with business partners and projects in Azerbaijan have been exposed in corruption scandals in recent years. A criminal investigation is being conducted against several senior executives at Bombardier in Sweden after SVT’s “Mission Review” revealed suspected breakdowns and money laundering in the multi-billion-class class. Bombardier’s contract involved a signal system for the Baku-Tiblisi-Kars railway line worth SEK 2.7 billion.” Didn’t you take that train?


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