Adventure Manufactory

We reached a border post one night, 10pm. Uzbekistan maybe. But our visas didn't start until the next day, two hours later. We could see some people getting worked up about their own border problems and thought stuff this, lets break bread with these armed border guards.

They were mighty impressed and offered us tea in return. We got out the soccer ball, they started the disco music. Maybe we should have got out the vodka, but the party was swinging enough and at midnight, they stamped our passports and waved us on with a tear in their eye.


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