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independence day

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One of the most important things for me while I’m on the road is making sure my footage is secure. I try to do this by saving all of it on these 512GB SD-cards that I send home once they’re full: This is what I did today. Oh, and the friendly people at the dental […]


the filling

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I don’t even know if it’s called a “filling” or whatever. But something had been installed in one of my teeth a while ago by my dentist. And that something fell out last night when I was flossing. Fuggidifuck, I thought. So I picked up my Iranian visa, and then I went to the First […]


PLESE!

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I had said everything I had wanted to say: Or at least I had tried: My application for an LOI, a Letter Of Invitation, from Turkmenistan was in the works, and all I could do at this point was hope that it would pass. Because no LOI meant no visa. Simple as that. I was […]


the last letter

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Okay, this is going to be the last one of my letter-selfies: The writing is on the forehead, so to speak. Except of course that I missed an e, and so it ended up spelling: “DEAR TURKMENISTAN PLESE GIVE ME A VISA THAAAAAAAAAANKS” Anyway. I did another taste test today, this time with Chalap, which […]


sunset with Priscilla

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I decided to take a selfie with a lemon today: At this point, I was having a lemon and a spoon of honey every single day. Sometimes I’d mix it up and not add vodka to my secret medicine, though: I think alcohol is like religion: it’s fun if you don’t overdo it. I spent […]


my dangling friend

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Another day with my scarf. I don’t know if you’ve noticed (maybe you don’t even care anymore), but the letters are reaching an end now: That’s right: N. Took another sunset timelapse today: And I wasn’t alone: I decided to name her Priscilla. She was keeping mosquitos and bugs away from me. So we were […]


artsy-fartsy

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My eyes were looking better. Much better actually: So I figured that the secret medicine must have worked. It seemed only logical to make more: Later that day, I went outside and had a bowl of spicy soup: It was very good, that soup. And on the way back I took an artsy-fartsy picture of […]


secret medicine

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So I was told to put on a scarf. But I didn’t have a scarf. I mean I had one, but it was in the Caboose in Marguba’s restaurant on the border of Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan. So I wrapped a towel around my neck: And then I made some medicine: Fresh lemon juice, honey, jasmin […]


hi or bye

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I was only slightly surprised this morning when I found out that I looked even shittier than the day before: I mean, having bloodshot eyes after drinking too much tequila is one thing. But staying in bed all day and still looking like this? It wasn’t fair. There were indicators that things were slowly turning […]


symptoms of influenza may include

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My physical deterioration was still ongoing: You know what they say about the flu, though: take some medication, and you’ll be fine after a week, don’t take any medication, and it will take seven days for you to get better. Or something like that. Anyway, I figured I was just going to rest a lot, […]


shooting stars

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My cold wasn’t getting any better. Instead, every day seemed to have me looking a bit worse: But I managed to eat almost a whole pizza today: Then I sat down on the balcony and looked at the sunset: Took a little timelapse of it, too: And since one year had passed since the last […]


empty plate win

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I had tried having some food the day before. Went to a restaurant. Ordered the usual. Took a few bites. Then had to stop. I wasn’t ready yet. So today, having had a semi good night’s sleep, I was looking forward to eating. I took my selfie: Then I went back to bed and worked […]


the best drink in the world

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Here’s the thing about staying in bed all day and generally sleeping a lot: it often means that you can’t sleep at night. Well, go figure! When I woke up after another basically sleepless night, I felt just as shitty as the day before. So I decided to stay in bed again, only this time, […]


merciful onion ring

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I had been feeling that cold creeping up for a long time now. Like that day about a week earlier when I decided to drink a cup of lemon water. And now it was finally here, the cold: Head, sinuses, throat. There wasn’t much sleep that night. So I stayed in bed all day, drifting […]


fucking beards

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Today was a bad day. I woke up feeling as if I had been binge-drinking all night. I tossed and turned on the bed all day, sweating profusely. Poor her. Here’s what I saw when I turned my head to the left: Oh, and one time when I actually left the room and went downstairs […]


self-reflection

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Yes, the rain had come: I decided it would be my last day of therapy: Wanted to go to an outdoor store and ended up in a shop full of guns: Bought a knife: The handle was supposedly made from birch wood, and I immediately fell in love with it. I also got some additional […]


my friend Shawn and my mortal enemy Sarkozy

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Just a few more days of physiotherapy for me. I didn’t feel quite there yet. My back was better, yes. But it wasn’t 100% fine. I figured it didn’t need much more therapy, it just needed time. And I wasn’t supposed to lift heavily. So I went and had a nice club sandwich: Then I […]


smoke in my head

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Today I saw rain come to Almaty: It wasn’t quite there yet, but it would be here soon. I could only hope that I wouldn’t get too much rain when I was walking. Sure, the Caboose was waterproof, so there wouldn’t be much of a problem there, but my backpack and my camera bags weren’t. […]


a man’s hand

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Really felt like taking pictures today. So I took my cameras and my tripod and went to Republic Square: There was a big monument, the Statue of Independence: And at the foot of the statue, as I had noticed three weeks ago, an imprint of the (alleged) hand of Nursultan Nazarbayev, first President of Kazakhstan: […]


extreme living

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Went to a local university today. It’s called KIMEP, and classes there are almost exclusively taught in English. It was quiet in some places: And not so quiet in others: Lots of pretty girls from what I could tell. The whole place somehow reminded me of an article I had read a few years earlier. […]