Ausalt oma emotsioonidest rongis/Honestly about my emotions on the train

Kirjutasin eile 42 tundi rongis istudes valmis blogipostituse, riputasin selle isegi üles ja võtsin siis maha. Võis juhtuda, et tegemist oli liigselt vingu täis postitusega, nii et mul tekkis iseendast ka tüdimus. Aga ei pruukinud muidugi nii olla üldse. 😀

Jah, alati ei ole kõik roosamanna, kuigi just praegu tundub sedamoodi küll – tulin äsja Shymkenti (Kasahstan) turult, sain vähem petta, kui arvasin (või noh, ega ma ju päris kindlalt ei tea öelda :D), väljas on soe, viinapuu heidab varju, jalgade ümber mängivad kolm kassipoega, söön maasikaid ja mõtlen, et… et elu on paganama ilus. Aga olen siiski aus ja seega on siin ka eilne postitus, kui elu nii paganama ilus ei olnud. Ühtlasi annan teada, et olen nüüd ametlikult oma reisil järjekorras viienda telefonilaadija omanik, sest noh… eks lugege ise. 😀

Yesterday I wrote a blog post while sitting on the train for 42 hours. I posted it but then decided to delete it as I felt like… I complained there too much. 😀 Yeah, backpacking is not always great like chocolate mountains and caramel rivers. Even though at the moment I really do feel like in the heaven – I just got back from the local bazaar in Kazakhstan, got ripped off less than I expected (well, can’t be too sure of course :D), it’s nice and warm outside, I’m sitting in the shadow of grapevine and eating strawberries, three kittens are playing around my feet and I’m thinking that… that life is crazy beautiful! Still, I want to be honest and show you that despite my crazy good life at the moment it’s not always like that. Also, I just wanted to let you know that some hours ago I became a proud, but certainly not the best owner for the 5th phone charger during my journey so far. Because, well… just read what happened. 😀

Pika teekonna algus/At the beginning of a long journey

„Marleeeena,“ karjub keegi üle restoranvaguni valesti mu nime ja mul on kopp nii ees. 😀 Istun rongis, tegelikult juba viimased 35 tundi – Kasahstan on suur! Ja seitse tundi on veel jäänud…

[Aktau Kaspia mere ääres -> Shymkent lõunas]

Aknast pole enam ammu midagi vaadata, viis minutit ehk oli põnev – lage maa, stepp, vahepeal mõni kaamel. Kaamel paneb muidugi südame kiiremalt põksuma, seda iga päev ei näe.

Jah, iga hetk seljakotielus pole nii erutav nagu kaamel, kõrged mäed või mererand. Oh ei. Palav on ja õhk ei liigu.

„Marleeeena!“ – someone shouts my name wrongly all over the restaurant wagon and I’m just so tired. 😀 I have been sitting in this train for the last 35 hours. Yes, Kazakhstan is crazy BIG! And I still have seven to go… from Aktau, the port city at Caspian sea to Shymkent in the south…

There’s not much to see from the window – just some flat land, steppe, a few camels time after time. Okay, these animals really make my heart beat a bit faster – it’s pretty much the first time for me to see camels in the wild nature.

But yeah, not every second of backpacker’s life is as exciting as seeing a camel. No. At the moment it’s just bloody hot and the air is not moving at all.

Restoranvagun/Restaurant wagon

„Peaks veel midagi tellima,“ liigutan aju ja tunnen, kui aeglaselt see mõte mu peast läbi voolab. Olen siin istunud juba nii kaua oma pulbrikohviga, et imelik hakkab.  „Ah, tühja…,“ jõuan otsusele. Sain eile pea viieeurose arve paki õunamahla ja kolme praemuna eest. Ketšupiga. Okei, ketšupihinda tõesti menüüs polnud ja ma olin tol hetkel nii apaatne, et oli täiesti suva kah. Peamine ajatapmisviis – magamine – muudab mu tülpinuks. Äge sõna iseenesest, „tülpinud“…

Igatahes tekkis mul siis jonnitunne, et enam kunagi siia vagunisse ei tule, aga näed… Siin saab normaalselt laua taga istuda, sest minu voodikoht tavavagunis on n-ö teisel korrusel, sinna mahub ainult lamama. Ja seal pole ühtegi stepslit – ka siin, söögi omas, pidin tubli pool tundi „stepslijärjekorras“ ootama. Mis elu 😀

I feel a bit quilty. I should order something more to drink as I’ve been sitting here with my instant coffee… for three hours already…, occupying the whole table with my laptop and other stuff. But I don’t care too much –  yesterday they ripped me off asking around 5 euros for three fried eggs and a package of apple juice. At that moment, I remember, I was just too sick of sleeping to think properly. Well yeah, that’s the main activity to kill the time on the train…

So I felt a bit used by the staff at the restaurant wagon who saw me only as a walking wallet – I was really considering to avoid this place forever :D. But it’s pretty much the only wagon for me where I could sit normally as my bunk is too uncomfortable for that, but it’s fine for sleeping. And last but not least – there are no power outlets in my wagon and even here I had to wait around half an hour to charge my phone. What a luxury!

Praemuna, ketšupiga!/Fried eggs with ketchup!

Rong peatub järjekordses peatuses. See tähendab, et katkestan mõtlemise mõneks minutiks, sest liiga palav on.

„Inimesed on siiski toredad,“ mõtlen nüüd, kui kerge tuul jälle veidi puhub. Hommikul üles ärgates ja kleenukeses kööginurgas hambaid pestes (sest veel kleenukesemas WCs on vesi millegipärast otsas) sundis üks vanamemm mulle teed ja vahvleid. Kui aus olla, oli mul süda magusast juba veidi paha – küpsised ja liiga lääge õun olid oma töö teinud. Niisiis keeldusin viisakalt vahvlitest, aga nõustusin piimaga teed jooma. Ise mõeldes, kas see piim on üldse okei, pärast paarikümmet tundi soojas vagunis loksudes. Viimane, mis ma siin tahaksin, oleksid kõhuprobleemid – selles pisikeses WCs üritan niigi veeta nii vähe aega kui võimalik.

The train is stopping again in a small station among the other hundreds of stations. That literally means I stop thinking for a while as the hot air is now just standing still and here’s nothing to breathe. „People are still nice“ – I start thinking when the wind blows again. When I woke up in the morning and went to brush my teeth into the small kitchen corner (as there wasn’t any water in the toilet for some reason) I got offered some tea and cookies by a local granny. To be honest – I felt a bit sick because of all the cookies I had already eaten, so I just agreed to drink a tea with her. I sure was a bit worried when she poured  some milk into it – can it really be good after standing a while in the hot wagon? Stomach problems… that would be the last thing to wish for here! 

Peatustes müüvad tädid kodus vaaritatud sööki/There are ladies selling homemade stews at the stations

Tädi räägib vaid vene keeles. Üldse olen ma vist ainukene, kes kogu rongi peale inglise keelt mõistab. Sellest pole hullu, eks mul ongi vaja uut keelt praktiseerida, aga palavaga aju ei tööta.

Vahepeal käin lahtise akna pealt välja küünitamas. Värske õhk lööb pea selgemaks. Alumise korruse tädi pakub kuldhammaste välkudes muudkui, et võin tema voodi peal ka istuda, ei pea kogu aeg üleval pikali viskama. Kasutan seda pakkumist mõned korrad, aga tema nii kannatlik minu vene keelega ei ole, kui kööginurgamemm. Üritab rääkida, aga lööb käega, kui juba paarist sõnast aru ei saa. Mulle see sobib, lähen tagasi restoranvagunisse.

The granny speaks only Russian. It’s fine, I need to practice it anyway but just right now I’m too tired of the heat. Time after time I put my head out of the window to make it clear again.

A lady sleeping on the first floor of my bunk says kindly that I don’t need to climb up every time as there’s not enough room for sitting in my bed – I can just hang out on hers. We are just chatting but she is not patient enough when it comes to my bad Russian. I feel better with not talking anyway and go back to the restaurant wagon. 

Midagi ilusat ka vahelduseks/Something beautiful for a change

Restoranvagun on vist üks neetud koht – pärast enda telefoni laadimist haarab mu laadija üks vanamees, kes ütleb, et toob mulle selle tagasi, kui Shymkenti jõuame. Nojah, muidugi ei näe ma seda enam kunagi…

Vähemalt on ilm jahedam!

I think the restaurant wagon is cursed especially for me! 😀 After charging my phone one local old man just takes my charger saying he will give it back to me after we reach Shymkent. Of course, I never see it again…

At least, the weather is fine!


Armastusega/With love,


Poolsurnud ajuga Madle/Half Dead Brain Madle

PS. Enam ei ole poolsurnud/Now I feel pretty okay 😀




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