After we slept one night in a VW bus, Now we want something on a hangover and start straight away that car with a large SUV to haul buyer. To the standard requirement of the towing of petrol money we give him just a 5 liter canister fuel. If he and the buyer out among themselves. After the bus was towed to a scrap yard next to other cars, we are slipped $ 1,300.
Whether we want the rest in Tajik Somoni? We do not want! So is still fast on the black market changed. Impressive as a place where everyone wants to 500m towing petrol money for someone to be times $ 2,000 in cash at hand. An examination of the authenticity of the notes remains rather superficial. Especially since we have not even really do too often with dollars. Watermark? Yes there. Serial number? Here. Certificates are used. Good. Reassuring is the remoteness of Murgab. Our buyer has not at least had enough time to get fakes from a larger city. The notary needs allegedly another hour until we can make the contract. Because a contract is passed. So we wait in the house of the buyer and wait and wait ... 
Total three hours until he comes back and says that it is not on this Sunday's. -Who would have thought. So we spend the day more or less in the courtyard of the buyer, sleeping, and our things herumgammelnd gripping. Always with the fear in the neck, the buyer still one of us so carefully hidden faults on the bus detects and would like to bargain down the price again. And as I sit and look around me, I jump immediately a lying around in the corner practicing hand grenade into the eye. When I asked if that was a grenade, the brother of the buyer responds with a shrug, yes, that was probably a grenade. Weapons seem, even if they could not get anywhere on the face, during the last civil war is still omnipresent, and to be nothing special. 
The next morning we come to the notary. There is a purchase agreement formulated in Russian and we write the same again in German in order to assure us. After umpteen times some papers had to be copied has to have a stamp and everything seems perfect. Until the buyer would also have the characteristics and the registration document. I can log off without the car but not so easy in Germany. So long discussions ...
Until I say that I would end up with the car stolen in Germany must report. This one would then not. The buyer is satisfied with the international vehicle registration, which I do not need more anyway. His biggest claim was a document with a registered motor number. As in Germany, so what but not in the vehicle documents, I can not really help him.
After all, back and forth like the buyer before us eat smuggled across the border yet. We now go to the gums, just want to get away. Before a new problem opens up. So
eaten. Looking back this meal was very helpful ...
is from this moment on it without our reliable, sufficient, mobile shelter. In a Chinese taxi we drive the last mile of the Kyrgyz Border. Torn between the joy of finally getting away from Murghab and leave the mourning our companion through so many miles just before the goal, we cross at Pamir-pop several streams, ten-meter drive from the Chinese border fence and reach the border at late afternoon. Welcomes
we are the crack of gunfire. Apparently, the soldiers seem to have just boredom and sometimes shoot over a bit to Kyrgyzstan and China. The border is close to a 4300m high pass in the mountains. Keep it blows a cold wind from the north and the soldiers up into a kind of Arctic containers where you will be asked to stamp the passport inside. There we sit in a U-boat. While some soldiers lying in their bunk beds and dozing, the highest-ranking sitting on a chair between them and asks us to one of the beds to be seated. The Noodledude urged me repeatedly to take just any talk. Together is then smoked anyway. Apparently our car buyer with the border officials a deal. We are not asked for any customs documents, nor are our backpacks searched. A bit incredulous looks to us already, it makes clear that we each have more than 40 kilos of luggage and the LP to an already countless Bodies held together with duck tape tote bag from the bazaar in Istanbul leaves. Between the Tajik and Kyrgyz border post, located twenty kilometers, a passport and how someone once told some land mines. So we leave with the buyer Granzstation to give him up to that carried our security, the keys from the car and the international car registration and then it starts to snow. In freezing cold headwind, snow and poor visibility, it goes up the last meters to the pass. My 45 kilos of luggage, divided into three backpacks leave me every joint of my body feel alone. During the Noodledude fairly at the bazaar bag, a backpack and a Ökostoffbeutel towing, I'm progressing slowly but steadily, at least. Since ND slowly showing signs of altitude sickness, I always run in front of 200 feet, then come back and help him carry the. It 's almost a bit like being broken fitted to a climbing is one of the higher mountain peaks with Aldi bags. After about an hour we have passed the passport and a half hour later, we see a house in no man's land. 2.5 hours after we have crossed the border, we sit at a Kyrgyz family in the oven and get yak butter and other treats served. 
Only when heat slowly penetrates into the body, and the hunger is satisfied, comes a Feeling of warmth, satisfaction and wonder at. We did it, we are out of Tajikistan and land right in the snowy Pamir. Reminds me of Christmas. ND gets so happy to be out right origami paper and brings the son of the house to fold cranes for.
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