Jinji Sadan

Hello my friends.

First I would like to thank everyone for the kind and warm words after the last post about our friend malte, it’s always hard to go on but life and the show must go on.

I am in a little delay with my post because many things happen fast and I didn’t find the time to write but I will try my best to remember what happen 2 weeks ago…

While I was waiting for my visa to Azerbaijan I found the time to travel a little into the mountains of north Georgia what amazing place to see I just wanted to go higher and higher to see the churches in the top of the mountain, it seems that god really know how to choose the location of his houses ha?

Finally I got the visa and was excited to go back to emuna and cycling life.

The border wasn’t so far from me and the crossing was strange they ask me if I am from the mosad or the FBI and when I answer no they start to smile and ask me questions about their guns.

I didn’t know nothing about Azerbaijan country I knew only the things that I really needed to know like the distances and I my direction to Baku the capital from their I need to get the special cargo boat to Kazakhstan.

They cycling was ok with small hills and farmers that working on their fields. To get money out from the cash machine it something that I didn’t see in any place in the world there is a crowd of people next to it pushing everyone and looking about your balance or how much money you take, I actually needed to push people to get money out but I like to

“Work hard for the money”

Its start to be hot in mid day so I need to drink a lot of water and to rest in the warm time of the day.

After 2 days I meet 2 cyclists (ben and deniss) that they also going to the east so we cycle together a little in the desert of Azerbaijan. Its look like people here really like to have golden teeth in their mouth even children have it… maybe it’s a way to show how much money you got in your mouth but I will never understand it…

After one big climb I was happy to see that there is a stand of water melon sellers and they gave me a piece and water and I start to talk with them a little (some Turkish, English and body language).

“Where are you from?” the nice people.

“America” I answer. (It’s safer than to say Israel in these places).

“America is a friend but it’s no good because she is also a friend of Israel and the Jewish people, Israel is very bad and they kill children and woman these days (it was in the days of the “peace” boat came to Israel and all the problems with that).

I try my best to tell them that it’s not like that but they were shouting about Israel and America…

When my friends came to the top of the hill they got the water melon price and the same question.

When they say that they are from Germany the locals told them:

“Germany it’s very good we like Hitler and the Nazis did good things they killed the Jewish people”

This is when I took the bike and cycled down the hill to the desert.

What can I say?

It’s sad to see how people think about this stuff.

I got to Baku the capital of Azerbaijan that because of the oil boom that gave a lot of money to this city its look like fake but also she got an old city inside ancient walls.

I needed now to work on my future visas (Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan) and also to see if there is a boat to catch.

No one knows whets going on with this boat because it’s a cargo boat and its leaving when its full and if you missed it’s a tough life because you need to wait again another 2 weeks .

Only one boat in this line from Baku to aktao in Kazakhstan that crossing the Caspian Sea.

The boat was in the port but wasn’t full enough so I had more time to deal with this visa stuff and to use my contact with the Israel embassy in Uzbekistan to get everything faster.

Every day they say tomorrow and the boat is about to leave I was so close to losing itbecouse if I missed it I will be really late in my schedule.

There were another 5 cyclists waited for the boat and check and call every day to see what going on and finally the boat people say that its going tomorrow  and I didn’t had my visas yet…

The god of beucrasy (there is one like this in the central Asia mythology) heard me and I got the visa and in the last minute could buy the ticket!

The next post will be on one of the toughest places that ever cycled.

The desert from Kazakhstan to Uzbekistan where also the camels feel that they lost in this place.

All you need is luck the beetles or its love????

Welcome to central Asia my friends.

Roei “jinji”sadan

Aktao

Kazakhstan

Asia

The world

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