This day was most exhausting. We had to get us water out of small rivers, or better, what was left of them. We drove out of the last city without realizing that there wouldn’t be another for about 250 km. So water was our biggest concern. But trusting in the map that said we could find rivers in between we drive on and went for the adventure.
We had enough food and sweets to make it. Still , it was the first time I had the feeling of getting closer go the center of Kazakhstan, a desert like area. I am a person that always needs waterbackup. Sleeping without water is not an option for me, even if I don’t drink anything until the morning. No water makes me panik easily, I don’t know why but it’s essential that I have enough for my good mood, and so we started filling up water at every possibility which turned out to be just enough to get us through. we had lunch break in a old cabin of a truck that was rebuild as a bus-stop. Bus-stops by the way are really strange things here in Kazachstan. In the middle of nowhere, where there is no town arround and no house to be seen you will find a bus stop. Eventually, when you are lucky, they are in a good state so a good place to have a break .But most of the time they are used as toilet by truck drivers or other tramps. We were lucky this time. When we drove on an passed a house at the street we were inviter to eat piroschkas and kartoshkas, at least we thought so until a bill that was over 35 euro was presented to us. Quite a shock but the oldest trick we fell for so we had no other chance than paying the bill and leave angrily. Next time we will ask for the price first. At our sleeping place, a little sandy valley, we had a quick shower with the water we gathered and went to sleep after Paul again fixed the mosquitonet. I slept perfectly well until:
I have an agreement with Paul: if someone unknown sneaks arround the tent at night we wake each other up by shaking the other one softly and that none of us makes a sound till we now what’s going on.
Paul was shaking me and I woke up and immediately new what was going on. There were strange noises outside the tent, heavy steps and noises that could have been from an angry dog. You heard jaws and teath chewing something. We starred at each other. Well, I think we did, it was completely dark so I only saw glimming reflections that I suppose were Paul’s eyes.”there is someone out there” Paul whispered into my ear. “yes” I said.”or some kind of animal”.
We stayed in this listening position quite a while until we heard the relieving noises that we could define. A enormously loud fart and the sound horses make: Brrrrrrr. It was a group of wild horses that had surrounded our tent. The chewing sound was them chewing grass and the angry dog was their stomachs. Puh, what a shock but a nice experience. I slept good that night. I think that horses are good animals to have around at night to give you a save feeling.
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