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This is not one of those times. I spent the day traveling from Dushanbe to Khujand. What was quoted as a 5-6, probably 5, hour car ride turned into a 300km, 9 hour epic journey. There are so many things that I want to write. The difficulty is more likely to be that I will have trouble narrowing it down. In an effort to get all my thoughts down and convey what I think you will find most interesting I’ve decided to break this up into sections. The result with be that I will just keep writing without posting. I’ve actually learned a new feature on this blog-o-vel which could come in handy. I can apparently write posts, publish them, but schedule them for some time in the future. This benefits you because it means that I will not try to put 4 posts worth of information in a single post. It also means that I can include more pictures like this one:
Perhaps the best part is that even while I’m on a plane or away from internet, or perhaps even after I’ve returned from this trip, you will continue to receive new posts. All of this is of course only beneficial to you if you actually like what you’re reading, but since you’re here and you’re reading, I’m going to go ahead and take that leap of faith. Big of me, eh?
Perhaps we will begin with the very very good, and later move on to the horrid.
Side note: On our return trip, we did see an accident. A tractor trailer truck carrying liquid gas was unsuccessful in navigating one of the turns. The truck rolled down the hill, past the next road, further down the hill and across the subsequent road to land on the shoulder/river bank. Thank god it was a single car accident and none of the gas ignited. I should also note that the accident was pretty recent and the police were there in force. To their credit they were investigating almost immediately.
When the trip began, I rather prided myself on my calm composed demeanor despite the high speeds and lack of attention to what was technically “on the road” and what was maybe not quite as much within its boundaries. Afterall, I have been on roads where you travel at 60+ miles per hour despite potholes and herds of sheep. I have even had the opportunity of being borderline kidnapped and raced up and down the Amalfi coast in Italy on roads that had similar cliffs that fell straight into the water by an old man who most probably was not sober. This should be a piece of cake.
** This post was written and is being published after both the outbound and return trip. I will not make the same trip, or have anymore long drives with the same driver.**
On to the post!
There have been times when I have struggled to find
something to write about. It’s not that
there aren’t things that you might find interesting, it’s just that I find it
difficult to be passionate about things that I see everyday or that inherently
make sense to me. Many of these things
only inherently make sense because I’ve been here or somewhere comparable, but
none the less it’s hard to find a topic that I can force to be compelling
enough.
This is not one of those times. I spent the day traveling from Dushanbe to Khujand. What was quoted as a 5-6, probably 5, hour car ride turned into a 300km, 9 hour epic journey. There are so many things that I want to write. The difficulty is more likely to be that I will have trouble narrowing it down. In an effort to get all my thoughts down and convey what I think you will find most interesting I’ve decided to break this up into sections. The result with be that I will just keep writing without posting. I’ve actually learned a new feature on this blog-o-vel which could come in handy. I can apparently write posts, publish them, but schedule them for some time in the future. This benefits you because it means that I will not try to put 4 posts worth of information in a single post. It also means that I can include more pictures like this one:
I am particularly amused by the contrast of a "Stop/Control" sign in the middle of the wild.
Perhaps the best part is that even while I’m on a plane or away from internet, or perhaps even after I’ve returned from this trip, you will continue to receive new posts. All of this is of course only beneficial to you if you actually like what you’re reading, but since you’re here and you’re reading, I’m going to go ahead and take that leap of faith. Big of me, eh?
Transportation:
***There once was a girl, who had a little curl, right in the
middle of her forehead. When she was
good, she was very very good. When she
was bad, she was horrid!!***
Perhaps we will begin with the very very good, and later move on to the horrid.
The roads of Tajikistan, from my experience, are much like
the girl in the nursery rhyme. For the
most part they are remarkably well cared for and many are quite new. The main road from Dushanbe to Khujand is a
toll road and it seems that these fees/tariffs/taxes, as they are
interchangeably referred, are actually put to good use. This, however, can be a bit of a
problem. While the road is in good
condition and relatively free of livestock, it still climbs through a 4,000
meter elevation mountain range. The
condition of the road is so good that there doesn’t seem to be any reason to
slow down … until you’re already on top of a hairpin turn, with oncoming traffic,
about to barrel off the side of a cliff.
This was a wreck that had clearly
been there for a long time. This not
only made me more scared, but also highlighted the point that if you do go off
the side of the road, unless you make it very clear that you’re still in the
car and need assistance, there’s no real guarantee that anyone’s coming to help
you.
Side note: On our return trip, we did see an accident. A tractor trailer truck carrying liquid gas was unsuccessful in navigating one of the turns. The truck rolled down the hill, past the next road, further down the hill and across the subsequent road to land on the shoulder/river bank. Thank god it was a single car accident and none of the gas ignited. I should also note that the accident was pretty recent and the police were there in force. To their credit they were investigating almost immediately.
I would say that Americans in general are a bit squeamish
when it comes to road safety. We like
everything to be clean, without debris, at slow speeds, with no
distractions. Likewise, everyone travelling in a
row, with extra wide lanes and a wide shoulder is appreciated. This does, of course, set us up to be
horrified by driving conditions in most other parts of the world.
When the trip began, I rather prided myself on my calm composed demeanor despite the high speeds and lack of attention to what was technically “on the road” and what was maybe not quite as much within its boundaries. Afterall, I have been on roads where you travel at 60+ miles per hour despite potholes and herds of sheep. I have even had the opportunity of being borderline kidnapped and raced up and down the Amalfi coast in Italy on roads that had similar cliffs that fell straight into the water by an old man who most probably was not sober. This should be a piece of cake.
However, I think this is the first time I’ve been in a situation like
this and I’ve screamed. I screamed more
than once. In my defense, the two other
Tajik men in the car with us also became upset and were quite adamant that the
driver should perhaps slow down and be careful or at least I assumed that's what it meant as we approached each turn they began to chant "стой! стой! стой! стой!". On more than once occassion we were going so fast the car slid sideways around the curve, wheels screaching. In my experience, when the locals – the ones who are supposed
to be accustomed to the way things are here – when they are also making
comments like, “I’m still young. There
are so many things I want to do and see in my life, perhaps we should get there
alive” then I think it is reasonable to be outwardly concerned. And this is why perhaps nice smooth roads are
not always the best situation.
** This post was written and is being published after both the outbound and return trip. I will not make the same trip, or have anymore long drives with the same driver.**
You are really honing your skill when it comes to putting your parents' minds at rest, aren't you!! That aside, I am once again impressed and delighted by your narrative skills. I really do enjoy this blog.
ReplyDeleteThree points:
ReplyDelete1. Thank you.
2. Your mind is supposed to be at rest because I am writing and responding and therefore survived. No?
3. You were able to comment!!! Yeah!!!!
I don't worry as much about the trip that you are posting about as I worry about the NEXT trip!
DeleteAnd, yes, I figured out the posting thing. Had to reset my Google account!