Finally, this morning I said fudge it and left the motherfudging highway. There was a little dirt path and then a secondary road a little bit to the north, so I was going to go there. Come what may.
There were orchards:
And there was silence:
Sometimes there were little villages:
And often there were rice paddies:
I noticed that a lot of people working in the paddies were wearing straw hats:
It somehow reminded me of the Chinese South:
But I hadn’t come here to look at no straw hats. I wanted to see something far bigger. So when I noticed a little path leading north, I took it:
I walked until its end point, and then I told the Caboose to wait for me:
Because there, behind a marshland of grass and mud and water, was the Caspian Sea:
The. Real. Fudging. Caspian. Sea.
After all this time of looking at it on the map, after all the summers and winters that had come and go, I was finally here.
A dead snake was there to celebrate with me:
I decided to camp out tonight. But where?
There were some stores and some fast food places:
Some of them looked like ruins:
I found a pier that led into the Caspian Sea, and I sat in front of it for a while:
In the end I decided to just camp in a public park:
It turned out to be very noisy.
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