This post is about a walk from Mărășești to Oaș. I complete 15,000km on The Longest Way and do my little dance, albeit in the wrong place.
There hadn’t been any bears. Some wind and a tiny bit of rain, yes. But no bears. I wrote the number “13” on the back of my left hand. This meant that I had 13km to go until the next dance. I had done a little dance every 1000km from Beijing to here. Today was going to be the 15,000km mark.
thirteen or twelve
Only later would I find out that my math was wrong and that I had TWELVE kilometers to go until the 15,000km mark, not thirteen.
I walked past some very bad looking cornfields. Many of the plants were short, many of the leaves were yellow, and many of the cobs were shrivelled. It felt worrying.
When I got back to the main road, I counted down the kilometers, hoping that I wouldn’t have to dance in a dangerous place.
road, shit, lake
I was lucky. At the 15,000km mark (which was actually the 15,001km mark) there was a meadow in the shade of some trees. I sat down and looked around. The place seemed rather fitting. Firstly, there was the road, busy and terrifying. Then there was a large pile of manure that stank pretty badly. And then finally, in the distance, there was a beautiful lake. Birds were flying over it and I could see each bird two times, one of it a perfect reflection of the other.
I did my little dance, and then I continued walking. There were more sad cornfields and more villages. One time I saw a cat steal something from a fat, angry man. It was strangely satisfying to watch.
Then I was in the hills again where there were no people. I saw a cloud of dust coming in my direction, and it turned out to be a family in their car. “What are you doing here of all places?” they asked me, and I opened my arms and said the magic word: tourist.
I was a tourist. I was here for fun.
the walk from Mărășești to Oaș: