Monthly Archives: December 2018

one week late

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As you probably know, I like to post my updates with a delay of about one week. This leaves me with enough time to edit and process everything, think about what I want to share, and upload the stuff. Sometimes people seem to be confused, though: why am I wishing you a happy new year […]


TLW stickers?

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I was still looking for a good online store to sell TLW merchandise. Some of them made good shirts. Others made good posters. Some were slow to deliver. Others worked faster but were difficult to set up. Among the samples that I had ordered, this sticker somehow stood out: Oh, how I liked the sticker!


serious stare

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If you see me stare into the camera like this… …please don’t assume that I’m sad or stressed. I could be. Sometimes I am. But most of the time I’m just trying to maintain a neutral expression over several shots. On a side note: being aware of the fact that I look more and more […]


reboot

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This is what I was looking at today, for a seemingly endless stretch of time: Remember how I told you that I needed to get injections for my back? Well, my first shot was going to be today at 09:15 in the morning. It was a 200km drive, so I got on the road at […]


pie

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Being at my grandparents’ house meant a warm place on the couch, it meant the yellow light of a reading lamp, it meant some voices of concern (“you have lost so much weight!”) it meant food and drink, and it meant pie: Actually, it meant lots of pies. And cakes. And cookies. This was good […]


the absence of snow

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Heavy snow is bad for walking, at least if you’re pulling a Caboose. But a little snow, as long as it’s not too much, is still better than a cold rain. Now that I wasn’t walking, it didn’t seem to make much of a difference to me either way. I was in the German North, […]


recycle me

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Tons of food and drink later, I was still wearing the same Santa hat (it was actually the one from the year before): Sometimes it seemed strange to think that just ten days earlier I had still been in the Caucasian mountains, pulling the weight of the Caboose. And yet here I was. Where were […]


boridorable

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I had been feeling a bit conflicted about coming home for Christmas. There was a part of me that thought I should rather be on the road, no matter what. Either way today was Christmas Eve, so I put on a nice shirt and a Santa hat: Then I went to the supermarket to do […]


the head of my enemy

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Sometimes it so happens that I notice something nice on the road, and sometimes I decide to pick it up and take it home. Like this Audi badge from the Kazakh Steppe more than two years earlier: Like this Pride badge I found somewhere in Iran: Pride is an Iranian brand of cars. It’s manufactured […]


traditions

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The good thing about having sore feet is that most people will be very understanding if you choose to spend a lot of time in the bath tub. The bad thing about being 192cm (about 6’3″), though, is that most bath tubs tend to be a bit small: But I’ve told you about that before. […]


bound feet

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So today I finally had my appointment with the orthopaedist, and he told me that my back needed some injections. Fine, I had had that done before. I wasn’t exactly exhilerated about it, but what could I do. I would get the shots and do my exercises. Also, the doctor told me that my feet […]


TLW shirts?

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I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but I like shirts. I don’t particularly enjoy wearing clothes at all, and I could well imagine myself living in a Gauguin painting, but I do like shirts, and I have a bunch of them. Most of them are band shirts, although some of them are a […]


hold my book

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Awesome day! I finally got a copy of my new book to hold in my own hands: “Mein Langer Weg Durch China”. This is a new issue of my National Geographic coffee table book “China zu Fuß” from 2012. We’d been planning this book for a while, and I remember telling you about how I […]


under the skin

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Went to the city again today. It was a forty-minute train ride in the early morning. When I arrived at about eight am, it looked like the sun had left the day and was never going to come back again: I had not eaten, because I wanted to get my blood looked at. Remember when […]


schranz tech

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There were two reasons why I had come home. First and foremost, I wanted to be with my loved ones during the Christmas holiday. And secondly, I wanted to get my back and my foot looked at. Back, you say? Yeah, there was that time in Almaty two years earlier when I had gotten treatment […]


into the grey

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I got up at four and fumbled with my luggage for a while, then I hopped in a cab. Thirty minutes later I was at the airport. It turned out to be just like any other place in Georgia – there were street dogs hanging around outside: The flight was delayed for one hour. Two […]


Mayakovsky, hero and enemy

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I took a walk through the village of Baghdati today. There was a special reason why I had come here, and it was this guy: Vladimir Mayakovsky. One of the most gifted poets of the early Soviet Union, he was initially a fervent believer in Socialism, but he later became disillusioned with the reality of […]


cows and pictures of the dead

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I couldn’t hang out in circuses and swimming pools forever. So today I packed up my stuff and walked out of Zestafoni: Someone had apparently been trying to make the road a bit prettier by painting murals on some of the walls: This echoed some of the older murals that the Soviet Union had left […]


backstroke

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The hotel I was staying at consisted of four rooms that were located on the top floor of a gym. I walked past the weight room and the exercise rooms every day, but I never went in. I didn’t want to lift any weights or do aerobics or take part in a karate class. Here’s […]


unhatable clown

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Zestafoni is a quiet little town in the west of Georgia. They say it’s a place where not much ever seems to happen. Today was different, though. Today, the circus came to Zestafoni: “Are you planning on going?” the people at the hotel had asked me. I had said no. I generally didn’t like the […]