I spent 5 days in Buxoro. Days passed quickly. I walked around in the old city in the last evening.
The landlords of the guesthouse saw me off warmly when I left.
I had a room mate in the last 3 days, a young Japanese man who's lost his hearing ever since he was born. He's been travelling for 2 and a half years in Asia! It wasn't a trip moving between cities safely. He joined a trecking tour in Nepal for 29 days and a tour in Kyrgizstan over 3500m in altitude while it was snowing. Amazing.
I talked to him using my laptop. He was wise. But I found him a little stubborn in his way of insisting his opinion. A few times, though.
One night he didn't come back for dinner for about two hours. We worried about him. But when he came back, he just went into the room without showing any way of excuse. I told him that we were worried. But he seemed to find it rather annoying meddle. He was in an internet cafe.
He cannot hear his own sound. He chewed noisily and farted loudly. He rarely tried to communicate from his side. To be honest, I found him a little tiresome at the end. But he made me think a lot.
He asked me about my bicycle trip a couple of times. It would be suicidal if he rode on a busy public road while he couldn't hear cars behind or horns, and he must have known that. But he still showed some interest. Or was it his courtesy in conversation?
I thought of ways how it could be possible, on the way to the border of Turkmenistan.
3 Dec 2008, Olot (near the border), Uzbekistan, 10569km
