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90 minutes

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There were no marshrutkas in Navoyi. So I hopped on a shared ride and went back to Samarkand: It had taken me several days to walk to Navoiy from there, but it was only a 90-minute car ride. How easy. When I got there, I went straight to the post office: I had to show […]


what weekdays mean

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Sometimes, when I am on the road, I lose track of which day of the week it is. Dates are somewhat important to me, mostly because of my visa issues, but weekdays just don’t seem to have a lot of meaning. Today I decided to stay in Samarkand, because I wanted to pick something up […]


night train

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Walked into this charming gentleman at the hostel where I was staying: We introduced ourselves and then talked for quite a long time, so long in fact that when I realized that I had forgotten his name it seemed somehow impolite to ask. He was from Germany, he traveled solo, and his beard was much […]


refusal to steam

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The next country I wanted to walk through was Turkmenistan. I didn’t know much about it, except that there were fast horses and beautiful carpets. And there was another thing that I knew: with the Caspian Sea to the West of Turkmenistan and Afghanistan to its East, there was no way around it. Alas, I […]


numismatics

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Back to Tashkent. I regretted buying plane tickets. There is a train from Tashkent to Almaty and back, a train which I should have taken. Better for the environment. Better for me. More stuff to see out of the window. Sometimes I am just baffled by my own ignorance. Anyway, here I was, with my […]


buffer day

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I had come to Almaty to get my new Uzbek visa, and that was it. But before, when I was still in Germany, and I didn’t know yet how long it was going to take, I had left an extra day before my flight back, just in case things didn’t go as planned. That day […]


another great success

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Today, after three hours of waiting and paying fees in different places like I had before in Bishkek last November and in Almaty this January, I finally got my new Uzbek visa: Considering that the last one I had gotten in Germany had only been granted for a mere 17 days, I felt very relieved […]


no work on workers day

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I had come to Almaty to get my next Uzbek visa, so I went to the Uzbek embassy right away. I knew where it was, because I had been there before in January with my brother Ruben. So I walked around a little: I noticed that there were decorations for Workers’ Day up in some […]


tragic satsivi

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I left Tashkent on a sunny afternoon: …and landed in Almaty on a cloudy evening: (The above picture is the stadium that I had seen when it was still under construction more than a half year ago.) When I went out to get something to eat, it felt as if Almaty had not changed at […]


rail transport

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My Uzbek visa was about to run out in two days. So the night before I had left the Caboose with Firuza in Mirbazar and taken a cab back to Samarkand. And now I was to return to Tashkent by train and then Almaty by plane to get a new visa there. Today was about […]


wrap it up

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Feeling that my work was done, I sat down in the warm morning sun and read some Eco: All was well in Samarkand. But when I went to check on the Caboose, I discovered something terrible: The paint was no good. Fuck, I thought. Fuggidifuckfuckfuck. I went and bought a scraper: Samarkand was looking extra […]


second coat

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The paint had basically dried overnight, so I went and took the Caboose home to the place where I was staying, upon which I decided that she needed an additional coat of paint. It was a beautiful day out: I walked around under the blue sky and bought some more of the paint we had […]


flat matt

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When morning dawned, it was time to look the truth in the eye: I had failed. The Caboose was still very rusty. I was told to get diesel oil to get rid of the rust, so I ventured outside with a glass jar, trying to find diesel oil: In the end a taxi driver knew […]


red hair in a black box

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So the Caboose was still healthy: But she was dirty: And she was rusty: So I figured I had to clean her: I’d gotten two sponges and a bottle of fanta: When I was done I didn’t exactly feel happy with the results. But I decided to go visit Tamerlan’s grave anyway, for I had […]


all the fish

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We left Tashkent in a cab today. We went directly to Yangiyul, where I tried to obtain a couple of documents about the accident from the local courthouse: I failed. So we kept going, tried to buy plastic stools to sit on (and failed at that, too). When we got close to Chinaz, one of […]


Robo

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Remember this dude? My brother Ruben. Yes! He’s back, and he’s bigger and badder than the last time we walked together almost nine years ago. In the afternoon, we wandered around town for a while, looking for the Uzbek embassy. First we found this tree: Then we found the embassy: Three hours later we had […]


Christmas Caboose

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Had to go back to the police today. Samandar, the destroyer of Cabooses (who was actually a pretty nice guy) took his best friend along: The whole thing at the police ended up taking a very long time. Then we went to Zafar’s workshop to see how far the new Caboose had come along: The […]


santa hats

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The police were busy at the police station doing their thing. Zafar was busy working his magic on the remains of the Caboose. It was Christmas Day. I decided to keep wearing my Santa hat and stay in with a bottle of beer: I watched some Russian reality TV, which was unbelievably stupid (or rather, […]


hold me, plastic tree

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Christmas Eve. The one day when I really miss my home. I spent most of it at a police station near the accident site. The cops were alright. They had me write a report in English and came up with a translator. I tried to keep my report as simple as possible: On our way […]


Zafar The Great

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Polished my shoes to achieve better water resistance: Then I went to a small local bazaar… …and came out with wads of cash. If you know what I mean. Then I hopped in a cab and went back to the sporting goods shop where they had repaired my spare wheel. In the process of repairing […]