Tag Archives: walking

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 […]


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 […]


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: After a while, Jizzakh disappeared behind us, and we were on a country road: We knew from the map that the road was going to lead through a mountain range, so we were not […]


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, […]


ride ahead

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In the morning, we said good-bye to Tatyana, the friendly lady who was in charge of our hotel in Yangiyer: Then we took a cab back to Ulyanovo and went to Ikram’s house. The Caboose was there. And so was his family. It was Sunday. “Come in for tea!” they said. So we went in […]


7-0-0-0

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When we got up, we packed the Caboose and took her outside, upon which we immediately set her down again… …for this was our place to dance: We had come up with a plan to dedicate this historical 7000km dance to heroes of our childhood. I guess it’s not up to us to decided whether […]


almost a dance

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When we finally left Gulistan, we got terribly lost in its bazaar: See the gate in the back of the picture? That wasn’t the way out. Well, we walked past Christmas decorations… …and past a sign that said SAMARQAND: This was the first time that I had ever seen the name Samarqand outside in the […]


half day of frost

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We couldn’t leave right away. First we had to ride a car for forty minutes: When we arrived in Yangiyul, we waited for two hours in front of the courthouse: Then I was finally handed my documents. But we couldn’t go back just yet. First we had to register our stay at the hotel in […]


Alexander’s river

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When I woke up, I was greeted by heavy rain. So I went back to sleep. Two hours later, the rain had gone, only the clouds were still there: It was very windy. I crossed the river Syr Darya at this bridge: Wasn’t allowed to take any pictures of the river itself and had my […]


la Cabouse est morte, vive la Cabouse!

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So there she was: The new Caboose: The Caboose 2.0: Nice, huh? We started walking right away, through the bazaar of Yangiyul, filled with cars and cars and people: Then the bazaar gave way to a more quiet road: There was a mosque once: And the road got even more quiet: This was the first […]


respectwalk

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Today Samandar and his dad picked me up, and they had the new Caboose with them: I was excited to take her for a walk, but no. We had to go back to the police and wait around some more. For the third time. I was reminded of my court case in Almaty a couple […]


death of the Caboose

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Wearing my blue Santa hat, and with the Caboose nicely adorned, I said good-bye to the friendly people of the hotel: Looking back it seems a little bit like decorating a sheep that’s about to be slaughtered. But I didn’t know that yet. So we walked out of Tashkent, the place that felt like a […]


Tashkent

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Woke up and brushed my teeth next to the road: You can see the border to Uzbekistan right be hind me. Then I changed some Uzbek money and got this ridiculously large wad of cash: Inflation is the name of the game. Had some cookies and some ice-tea, watched some “Modern Family” on my phone […]


a perfect bench and a Caboose in pain

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Everyone got up pretty early, when it was still dark outside. We had some tea and some bread, then we said good-bye: Yerik introduced me to his neighbor, a blind gentleman who really loved the idea of walking around with the Caboose: I was a bit worried though, because the ball bearings on one of […]


the worst kind of rain

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Woke up, had some tea with Nurzhan, and then I got on my way again. Nurzhan’s dad had been telling me about an uphill slope I was going to have to tackle. And he was right, it sucked. But there was a reward at the end: The Caboose very much liked it: But I was […]