Monthly Archives: August 2018

lights down clouds up

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I had gotten a room right next to a hookah bar, a place where people came to smoke the water pipe. They apparently also liked to roam the hallways and do some karaoke in the bar, so it had turned into a rather eventful night. When I woke up in the morning, everything was black. […]


sunken beauty

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I had stayed in a pensionat right on the Caspian Sea beach, and it had turned out to be awesome: The people were friendly, the rooms were simple and sort of clean, there was a bit of green between them and the beach, and there were little kitten to play with. The whole place was […]


putting the foot down in Azerbaijan

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I don’t know why people say blue when they mean sad. I think of blue water, blue flowers, and the blue sky. When I stepped out of the door this morning, the sky was of a light and friendly blue: The road was very quiet: I passed a beauty salon: And I passed my first […]


döner and beer

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Leaving Iran meant missing my friends and the fantastic stew dishes. But it also meant being finally able to legally drink again. With this in mind, I had purchased a bottle of local vodka that had looked at me and said “buy me, Chris, look at how pretty I am, Chris, buy me, buy me, […]


walking on clam shells

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When I went to the roundabout today, there was a different bus in the exact same spot: I lingered around for a while, then I decided to go to the beach: It was about a kilometer away. When I got there, I noticed an area near the water that was entirely covered in clam shells: […]


destination Baku

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Today, as I went outside to take my daily selfie, I ran into this gentleman sitting on the stairs next to a roundabout: He said his name was Muhammad Ali, which seemed a bit strange because people who passed by used a different name to refer to him. I called him Muhammad Ali anyway, since […]


light up the stage and wax a chump like a candle

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I wasn’t going to do anything today. I was going to rest and rest and rest, and do nothing. That was my plan. But then I figured I should go out and buy a local sim-card. So I did that, and I added it to the others: Then I thought of my shoes, and how […]


scared

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I woke up with a knot in my stomach. It was fear. Many months ago, when I was walking through Mashhad, two men saying they were police (and showing me ID) had demanded to see my papers and my money, and they had stolen a hundred dollars from me. I had made a blog post […]


hospitality and a cow

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The rain had been so strong I had woken up in the middle of the night because of the hammering noise that it made on the roof. But when I got up in the morning, the rain was gone, and so were the clouds, and it was almost as if nothing had ever happened: I […]


they build their castles

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When I left Talesh, I was looking at a distance of about 30 or 35 kilometers with no place to sleep. That meant the possibility of having to camp. But I was in a better mood than the day before. The highway was hugging the hills, and the hills were rolling: I sat in the […]


The Grumpiest Way

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It was going to be a short, easy day. But when I woke up, I felt grumpy. I had no idea why I was that way. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe it had to do with hormones or something. The only thing I did know was that I did not want to talk to […]