Yesterday we received a free bed "from the heart", so today something from the heart was expected from us. Or rather from the wallet. But still, it was worth it. We were the first people to be allowed to cross that day. It still took some time. Stef got asked a bunch of questions regarding some inconsonsistencies in his passport, and every bag was checked. Before we entered there was also a medical check. The doctors might not have the education we receive in Europe, but the technology they have is truely incredible. They point a gun-like machine at your head until it goes beep beep, and then they say "Ok! Nooooo problem!".
Our first impressions were a bit odd. The vast majority of the houses looked the exactly same, and all the roofs were, for some reason, green. It seemed like we landed right into a real life monopoly game. The people, however, were extremely easy going. They don't swarm you or swamp you with questions, but will talk to you if they see you are open to it. The kids were a little more excited to meet some whiteboys. They told us to stay put, and returned with their own tricked-out-to-the-max bicycles. They showed us a place where we could find some upgrades, and here we all bought horns that put those of a car to shame.
We headed into the desert waking up the neighborhood. The road here were far worse than anything we have encountered so far. Massive craters two meters deep and four wide, all over the place. It was by far the most awful road yet and we had about one hundred kilometers more to do before we met the main road again.
On the up side, after this long and testing road, we were lured in by some farmers who offered us something warm to eat and a place to sleep. And after some socializing, something we hadn't consumed in two months. The liquor. Without any understanding of the language, we laughed, drunk and joked the whole evening, using nothing more than the language of the world. Using a set of three hand signs they were able to explain us that if we were to have a sexual relationship in Turkmenistan, police would arrest us and we'd be detained. (points at us, brings open hand to fist, opens hand to shoulder and then grabs his wrist with this hand). In return for the hospitality we received, we gave away a whole pack of sigarets. This might seem an insignificant gesture, but in Turkmenistan sigarets are extremely, extremely expensive. We all brought a box in the country because we knew this, and decided to use this as gifts for people who invite us in their home. "Kent Original, wooow!" one of the guys said in disbelief.