Tag Archives: taking care of stuff

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 […]


Caboose 1.2 (I like big butts and I cannot lie)

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The Caboose was still in need of some work. Born around eight years ago in Zhangye, China, she had gotten a slight tweak a few months later near Dunhuang and then a major overall shortly thereafter in the desert city of Shanshan. This year in July she had gotten a new paint job at the […]


velomasters of the universe

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With the blue sky gone and snow descending upon Tashkent, I decided it was a good time to go out: I wanted to take the Caboose to get a general checkup: At least that was the idea. So I marked a place on the map where an alleged velomaster was supposed to reside. Then I started […]


when things go as planned

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Ten in the morning, and I was here: And behind those buildings, the embassy of Uzbekistan: There was no line. No waiting time. No hassle. Just a friendly lady behind a counter who asked me for my paperwork. Her English was better than my Russian. She told me to go to a certain bank and […]


wait, please!

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Tried to get my visa for Uzbekistan today. First the dudes working at the hotel reception helped me call the Uzbek embassy to ask for an appointment. I had all the necessary paperwork and a Letter Of Invitation: “Please call back at four!” we were told. It was ten in the morning. So I waited. […]


soup makes happy

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I had arrived in Bishkek late at night. And by “late at night” I mean “early in the morning”. So I slept a little, and when I woke up I looked out of the window and saw the snow in the light of day: I went outside looking for food: It was cold but not […]


beautiful from above

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Got up, had breakfast, went down to the metro: Reached the airport in time. Everything went smoothly: I took a plane to Istanbul: And another one to Bishkek: It was a low-cost airline where you had to pay extra for food and drinks on the plane. There was no onboard entertainment system. The seats seemed […]


a border run and a donkey vehicle

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I was in Kazakhstan on the 15-day visa-free program. And my 15 days were about to run out. So I hopped into a cab and went to the border at Grodikovo: Luckily, it was very close to Taraz: When I got there, everything went very smoothly: In and out in just over an hour. I […]


is there a ninth circle?

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Had to wait until five in the afternoon. This was the time at which I had been told to go back to Window Number Four. So I went at five, and I when I did, I was expecting to enter yet another circle. The ninth one, the one right before the center of the universe. […]


seventh and eighth circle

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I woke up in a hotel room that had a nice colorful wallpaper: Ah, I thought, today is starting just right! Then I went to meet up with my friend Virgil. We were armed with a bunch of signed documents we had received at the police station and at the court the day before: So […]