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Pirates

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Every day I would do the same things. I’d take my picture: Then I’d have some tomatoes with some flat bread (and maybe a cookie), and I’d do some work until the early afternoon: Which was time for me to go to the lake and swim and read and be happy. I ran into some […]


overs the water

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See where this is going now? Or nah. Anyway, today I did something that I had always wanted to do. Well, not always. The first time I ever drank alcohol was when I was twenty-seven, so it couldn’t have been before that. Here it is: Find a way to work it out: We know where […]


how to throw a melon from a roof

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I don’t know if any of you remember, but once on my way through China, my brother and I had too many watermelons with us, so we decided to smash one of them. It was a hot day in the summer of 2008, and we filmed the whole thing. Of course it was awesome. So […]


say hi to Issyk-kul

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I asked the people from the sanatorium if it was maybe possible to find a table for me to put in my room, because I needed to work. And five minutes later… …I was fully equipped: I stood on my balcony for a while: Then I decided to go down and pay the lake a […]


back to Kaji-Say

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Got into another marshrutka today: It was going to take me into the mountains and up to lake Issyk-kul. The ride took four hours, and this was my view out of the window: We stopped only once on our way up: And then I was finally there, in Kaji-Say, a small village on the Southern […]


mail fail

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We were about to go back to Tashkent today. But first we had to think of a way to get rid of the suzani we had bought: They were too heavy to lug around, especially if I was going to do any serious walking in the months to come. So we went to the main […]


I like shopping

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Something happened this morning: Something that led to a supreme vantage point: It didn’t last long: But it was good while it lasted. The day was still young when we took a half-hour drive to Urgut, a village in the southeast of Samarkand. Urgut was famous for its bazaar. When we got there, it was […]


one thousand and one big fat penises

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There was a palace called Nurullaboy Saroyi just outside of Khiva’s gates: It was apparently well worth a visit, but alas! it was closed for renovations, as we were told by this friendly lady: We had already booked train tickets to Samarkand, so we just got some ice cream and sat down in front of […]


up the ladder to the roof

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We woke up late and had some fried fish in a restaurant outside of the city walls: There were things to see there as well… …but we ignored them and went back to the old town. To Tash Khauli, to be exact: This palace from the early 19th century had elaborately decorated wooden pillars… …and […]


equals S?

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The train ride was in fact two train rides. One to Navoiy, a place that I had previously walked through, and the other to Urgench, a city close to Khiva in the Northwest of Uzbekistan. The stopover in Navoiy was a bit strange, though, as we had to leave the train not on a platform […]


the brutal side

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When we woke up this morning, our guesthouse was filled with a group of engineers from Belarus who were working on a project in Turkmenistan: They came to Bukhara once a month in order to extend their residence permits, and they said if I got my Turkmen visa, then I would see them somewhere on […]


not the tallest anymore

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I needed a new visa for Uzbekistan. This was, what, my fifth one? So I went to the embassy, and there was a huge line. This was apparently because Uzbek citizens needed to obtain a special permit in order to be able to return to their country. But, as it turned out, the Uzbek Embassy […]


death ride

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We woke up in our apartment, upon which the owner invited us to check out one of his other rooms: It turned out he was very passionate about wood work. Then we got into a car that was going to take us into the mountains, up to Iskanderkul, the “Lake of Alexander”, and then back […]


I’m one with the bread, and the bread is with me

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We took a shared taxi to Istaravshan, a settlement about an hour Southwest of Khujand. It was a quiet little town: But one thing we noticed was that the people there were extremely friendly. And many of them addressed us in English. These school girls came running across the street for a group photo: This […]


darker than… her

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Today was Bukhara’s big day: The Silk And Spice Festival. It seemed as though the whole town had shown up. Plus a bunch of student volunteers in white shirts and white caps. There was a music show going on, and some people in the audience were dancing as well: Eugene was there, too: He’s a […]


fest prep

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Woke up in Bukhara, aching. Went outside once, because there was some sort of noise that I could not quite identify: It was the final rehearsal for the Silk And Spice Festival parade. The real deal was going to take place the next day. To my untrained eyes and ears, it seemed as though everyone […]


a white dress with flowers

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Things often look very different at night than they do in the light of day. When I woke up this morning, the room seemed much better than before: Sure, it was very hot, so hot in fact that many of the other hotel guests were sleeping with their doors open, but it was an okay […]


forgotten sirup

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I woke up dreading the day. My spine still hurt, and I knew there was a high chance I would have to walk 50k today. I had some breakfast, then I went back to the road. There were truckloads of people being driven around, I suspected that they were working the fields somewhere: I walked […]


redder than red

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I left Bukhara without having looked at Bukhara. The plan was to do this another time. The road needed more walking first. So I set out this morning, and I walked. One of the first things I saw was this gas station, which had a rather long line of cars waiting in front of it: […]


old tourists

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With the Caboose, it was almost always the ball-bearings. I took her to a bicycle repair guy on the street corner today: And it took us a while, but I think we managed to fix the problem. Or at least contain it: I noticed that there were a lot of European tourists in Bukhara, and […]