Sabaideeeeee.. Welcome to Lao! After we hitchhiked over the Mekong border bridge it was just a short ride to the city Houay Xay. The city is full with Falang (means foreigner) and mostly consists of small shops and accommodations. We…
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The culture is even noticeable in agriculture vehicles. Their harvesters look like bumper cars. Today is my father’s birthday, as we are 6 hours ahead, I wait until afternoon to call him. From this small café we call him and…
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At night we ask at a temple to stay overnight. The monks offer us a place for our tent in front of all the Buddha statues. The climate inside the tent is horrible, we suffer a lot to be mosquito…
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After one week of getting around with the Thai culture and acclimatize to the new climate conditions we are ready to leave Bangkok and cycle north direction to Lao and China. All the long winter clothes go in the base…
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Welcome to Thailand. The airplane flies a distance of exactly 4000 km from Almaty to Bangkok. Crazy how big China is. It would take a few month to cycle this way, the airplane needs just some hours. We arrive in…
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Welcome to Kazakhstan (again)! At the border we get two stamps again, which means we don’t have to register and can stay for another 15 days. We don’t get far and Johanna’s second pedal breaks. What a pity! We thought…
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Welcome to Kyrgyzstan! The border crossing is easy, just one small note wonders us. It says that we have to register us after at least 5 days. We thought we could stay 60 days without trouble. But it’s a new…
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At the border we get two stamps on a small paper, on which we have to fill in our dates. It means we are registered and can stay in Kazakhstan for 15 days. Soon big roadworks begin, in some parts…
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As many other “-stan” countries Uzbekistan celebrates 25 years of independence. Jamal the cow shepherd talks to us at our lunch picnic. He knows a few German words, but the conversation is still only basic. Where are you from? All…
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After some time you get used to it, but the cotton tractors with only three wheels look weird in the beginning. Market in a small village. It’s not so nice for us because it causes much more traffic with a…
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