Hitchhiking Tips for Central Asia
The sun shines behind a rocky mountain range whose peaks are so grey and jagged they look like the fangs of an elder dragon. These teeth are charred from centuries of vehement fire reflux, and forgotten along a decaying, asphalt colored gum. You have been waiting for long, silent, solitary minutes, so much that you start feeling lost at the side of this unknown road. Then, all of a sudden, a reflection blazes far ahead in the depths of your sun-blurred vision. It’s coming nearer, zooming along the dragon’s jawline. Instinctively, you raise your right arm before realizing it’s a car: all of your hope pours into your outstretched fingertips as if you were prepared to cast a powerful incantation. You have just one moment to pierce the driver’s mind with your best expressional arrow. And when that car screeches to a halt sending airborne dust to tickle your nostrils, a powerful feeling rumbles inside your adventurer’s chest. As you run behind the stuttering vehicle preparing to spell out the same poem you have already recited so many times today, that feeling mutates into spinning dices on a roulette table. You know that you cannot always win. read more
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