by Robin EwingAug 9, 2013 And it’s fixed! A happy me with one of the mechanics. The specialist was called in, a few more new people showed up and all nine of them spent the day putting Opel back together. There were a few false starts but in the end they did it....
By Robin Ewing Aug 8, 2013 The car will be ready by 5pm, the head mechanic said yesterday. At 5pm, the engine parts were still scattered across the floor, dozens of bolts lined up on the windshield. Six men and a boy in green suede shoes with silver buckles lean into...
by Robin EwingAug. 3, 2013 At 1am, there was a knock on the van window. It had stormed up in the mountains where we had camped in northeast Kyrgyzstan and our makeshift tarp tore off, sending us into the vans for sleep. I was curled up in front, wrapped in blankets,...
by Robin EwingJuly 26, 2013 With a few hours to spare and a broken power-steering line, we made it to the Turkmenistan border. There, customs tore our car apart. A team of three, including a pretty pregnant women with excellent English she learned in a “special...
by Robin EwingJuly 24, 2013 We have 42 hours to cross Turkmenistan or risk fines, interrogation and a lifetime ban. We will take the only road from Turkmenbashi to the capital Ashgabat and then head directly north to the Darvaza gas craters and exit into...
by Robin EwingJuly 23, 2013 About 1pm the boat raised anchor and excitement rippled through the ferry as we chugged into the stark Turkmenbashi port. Six hours later, we were still on the boat. A few gregarious dock workers used an English dictionary to shout garbled...
