Monthly Archives: March 2018
strong winds bring coldness and thievery
When I got up, I first had to finish a large plate of food that a friendly man named Ahmad had brought me the night before. Then another villager, Kerman, took me to his field for a photo session: I have always been bad with plants. I like them, or most of them (the ones […]
invisible Afghans on the old road
When I left in the morning the sky was overcast: I liked overcast, because it meant that it wouldn’t be that hot. The road led me past painted walls most of the time. Some of them were quite colorful: There was a place apparently advertising sheep’s head for breakfast: I passed. Instead, I went to […]
wedding guest
So finally, finally, finally, after all this time, we were on the road again, the Caboose and I. We took a sort of highway out of Mashhad: Then it turned into a country highway in the outskirts: I took a lunch break next to a waterpark: And then I ran into this guy: Poor dude […]
how I got an iranian bank card
I had forgotten that I wanted to do three things before setting out on the road: 1) change money 2) buy some data for my cellphone 3) take a ride on Mashhad’s metro system. So my friend took me to a metro station: Everything looked nice and new: Inside there were “men only” and “women […]
mini consolation?
I was invited to another big fat meal today: My time as a guest here seemed to consist mostly of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating. A comfortable lifestyle, but wasn’t I supposed to go out and walk? Not today. When the sun had gone down and temperatures outside were becoming bearable, we went to […]
after a time
There she was: Just like I had left her. She had been hanging out with some potatoes: I was happy that she had hardly gathered any rust at all, and that she was still her old sexy self. You are currently viewing a placeholder content from YouTube. To access the actual content, click the button […]