I had around 300 kilometers left to Atyrau after
crossing the border into Kazakhstan, and figured I would be there in time.
After all I was driving along the E40 highway the entire way, and during border
control I met a truck driver, who was going there too. Well, it turns out that
the Kazakh highways have a different level of quality than the Danish ones. For
the entire trip we never drove faster than 50 km/h, and it ended up taking us
11 hours to drive 300 kilometers. This also meant that I didn’t reach Atyrau
until 3 am, but luckily I had an amazing couchsurfing host, who waited up for
me, so I avoided having to repeat Moscow and sleep alone in a park for my first
night.

There are a few cities in the world that sits upon two continents. The most
famous one is of course Istanbul, The Queen of cities, which I will reach later
on this journey, Insha Allah. However, the second largest is Atyrau. It spreads
across both banks of the Ural river that flows from Russia down into the
Caspian Sea, so whenever I went to buy food in the market I was entering Asia
and then journeying back into Europe, even though it was only a 5-minute walk.
Sadly, the location was the only interesting thing about Atyrau. I therefore quickly
left after a couple of days.

Nurlan picked
me up, just as the sun was reaching Zenit, and the dessert heat was starting to
kick in. He had already been driving for 6 hours and still had 4 more to go,
but before that we had to make a stop at his parents’ farm. To get there we
left the road and followed a tiny dirt track for 10 kilometers through the
dessert. At one point, I even had to get out the car and help push it over a
particularly big bump. On our way there Nurlan kept talking about horses and
making weird animal sounds that I didn’t quite understand, but once we arrived,
and he opened his trunk, it turned out that my confusion was due to the fact
that he had mixed up the English words for “horse” and “sheep”. In the back of
his tiny Lada lay a live sheep that had been stuck there the entire 6 hours, it
took him to drive here. Luckily the sheep was ok, and his mom invited us for
some delicious tea and cake, so I had no complaints.

Kazakhstan is
one of the most sparsely populated countries in the world, and most of its
major cities are in the eastern parts, while the west is almost empty. This
makes it very boring from a sightseeing perspective but makes traveling the
dessert a truly unique experience. It took me an entire day to travel the 900
kilometers from Atyrau to the coastal city of Aktau and we would drive for
hours without seeing houses When driving across the landscape I experienced an
incredible sense of calmness and vastness that I have only felt before in the snow-covered,
wilderness of Arctic Sweden, and it left me in complete awe.

I arrived
around 2 am and went to sleep on the beach, where I could hear the rolling of
the waves and get a sense of this massive body of water I was about to cross.
The next morning I went down to the harbor. The ferry from Kazakhstan to
Azerbaijan doesn’t have a specific schedule, so usually passengers may be
forced to wait in Aktau for up to 4 days. All you can do is give them your
number, and then they’ll call you on the day of departure. By sheer luck I
arrived on the departure day, so I only had to wait 10 hours, before they were
done loading the trucks, and we could take off.

In the waiting area, I located
the only other non-truck driver and struck up a conversation with him. Kim was
a 36 years old Swede and a fulltime nomad. 5 years ago, he was living in
Stockholm, had a couple of half-finished university degrees and no purpose with
life. He decided to leave it all behind and move to Asia, and after half a
decade of hitchhiking and working as a bartender and an English teacher, he was
finally heading back to Europe, by way of Central Asia. We clicked well and
since we were heading in the same direction, we decided to join forces in
Azerbaijan.

We stayed a
couple of days in Baku, the historic seaside capital, and then spent 6 days
hitching all over the rest of this relatively small country. After being on my
own for so long it was really nice to have a travel companion with me. Though I
had loved being on my own and the freedom that came with it, solo travelling is
exhausting as well, because you constantly have to be planning your next move,
checking where you are, figuring out how to get food, making sure you don’t
spend too much money, and a thousand other small things that means you can
never truly relax. When you are more than one you can delegate the tasks among
you and focus on enjoying the journey.

It was made even better by the fact that
Kim was such an experienced traveler and able showed me a couple of useful
tips. My favorite being waiting for “lunch cars”. I usually try to hitch with
every car that passes me but when Kim isn’t in a hurry he only sticks his thumb
out for “lunch cars”: expensive cars that have rich owners who are more likely
to buy you lunch. It meant that we spent most of the week in comfortable Range
Rovers with A/C and saved a bunch of food money.

After living
in Palestine in the spring I found it really interesting that Azerbaijan is a
secular Muslim country. Tough 95% of the population are Shia Muslims, we saw
very few women in hijab and all off the roadside cafes sold very cheap beer,
something that we would take advantage of as often as possible.

One night we
enjoyed that a bit too much. We had hitched to Ganja, I’ll admit mainly because
of the name, and went in to the first café we found. The local men liked us so
they insisted on buying us a beer. And another beer. And another beer. And some
vodka. And another beer. 6 hours later I went to buy some gum and when I
returned Kim was gone and the owner ask me to take our stuff and leave. I grabbed
our bags and went out to wait for him by the side of the road. A little while
later Kim returned piss drunk, arm in arm with a couple of Azeri men who
dropped him off and told me he was my responsibility now. It was nearing
midnight, so while he was laying on the grass, I asked around for a park where
we could camp. There was one just 10 minutes away, but when I asked Kim to walk
over there he said, “Fuck you”, when I asked him again he said, “Fuck you” and
when I asked him to just move away from the side of the road he said, you
guessed it: “Fuck you”.

In the end, I had to put up the tent right next to him
and carry him the last meter into the tent while I slept outside, but hey, that’s what mates are for. He repaid it
several times over in the following days where we, camped in the mountains,
hitched with the police and had lunch in what we thought was a café but turned
out to also be a brothel with the waitresses doubling as prostitutes. Kim was
heading to Armenia and later Iran so we said farewell after entering Georgia. I
fell head over heels in love with Georgia and ended up staying there for 30
days, but more on that next time.

No matter
how much you train the wolf, he still looks at the mountains and howls.

Old Kazakh proverb

– Simon