Tag Archives: Uzbekistan

avoid the sun

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When I left Ziadin in the morning, I saw a lot of people on the road: Most were waiting for rides: There were young women with parasols: And old ladies in colorful outfits: And there were European campers, a lot of them. Sometimes it was just motor home after motor home. Some of the drivers […]


weld grind burn

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So I went back to the road, tripod or not. It took a while to get back to Mirbazar, after all it was more than 100km from Samarkand. I took a cab, and on the way there I slept. When I looked out the window once, I saw rain outside. And then I was in […]


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 […]


our photos

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When I got back to the restaurant where the Caboose had spent the night, the first thing we all did was take photos together: Lots and lots of photos: And because everyone felt sorry that I hadn’t been able to spend the night there, I got treated to a very nice breakfast of chicken tabaka: […]


little dudes and eggs and soap

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Juma having no hotel and Uzbekistan having a rule that foreigners had to stay in hotels in order to register could mean only one thing: I had parked the Caboose overnight, hopped in a car back to Samarkand, slept there and then taken a taxi back to Juma in the morning. It was all very […]


green again

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Loaded up the Caboose in the morning, and she was ready to go: I had added some reflective tape for extra visibility in the dark: And then we were on our way. Finally. After more than three months! Samarkand was looking her finest: We walked past traffic: And more traffic: One time there was an […]


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: By loading the video, you agree to YouTube’s privacy policy.Learn more Load video Always unblock YouTube I’d gotten two sponges and a bottle of fanta: When I was done I didn’t exactly feel […]


…and my chair

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I arrived in Samarkand early in the morning, and the first thing I did was check on the Caboose: By loading the video, you agree to YouTube’s privacy policy.Learn more Load video Always unblock YouTube Then I went to sleep in a calm and dark room of the hostel where I was staying: And then, […]


honeycomb of expectations

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I have to be honest: I was a bit scared of Samarkand before I came here. Not scared as in scared of the police or scared of a bear. But scared of my own expectations. I had been dreaming about Samarkand for almost a decade by now. Would the city let me down? Short answer: […]


Samarkand

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When we woke up, we came up with a plan. Ruben was going to stay in the city and take care of some things for us there. Book train tickets. Check out some local souvenirs. That sort of thing. I took a cab back to Bulungur and met up with the family who had stored […]


welcome to yolo

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When we woke up, we were still alive. The stove was still burning. The gas hadn’t killed us. So we left the place and got on the road. Bought some bread on the way: Gallaorol looked a bit better in the sun, but only a bit: I got a bit upset at this stretch of […]


gas

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When we got up in the morning, the fog was gone. So we started walking: The city was alright to walk: By loading the video, you agree to YouTube’s privacy policy.Learn more Load video Always unblock YouTube After a while, Jizzakh disappeared behind us, and we were on a country road: We knew from the […]


wealth of fog

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We were still staying in, innocently celebrating our newfound affluence: When we went out for dinner, a thick fog was covering Jizzakh: Anyway, we managed to find the place we usually went to. It was called Smile: So we sat down and ordered a bunch of fast food: When we were done, the fog was […]


broke/unbroke

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We were broke. So we took a cab to some obscure place: And then we weren’t broke anymore. We decided to celebrate with pizza for lunch: And burgers for dinner: Oh, and we watched a lot of Simpsons, too.


frozen vacation

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We knew today was going to be tough, because we had seen the whole distance. The thing about walking is this: it seems much harder from a vehicle or an airplane, because then you are able to see large distances at a time. But once you are out there walking on your own two feet, […]