While Stef and Yuri comitted to some indoor duties, Anton and Oli explored some of Dushanbes beautiful scenery. The girls were supposed to arrive but had some VISA problems, resulting in them being stuck in Istanbul until the embassy approved their Tajik visit.
A Belgian couple arrived at the hostel and we invited them (and the German duo) to join our hostelmade lasagna feast.
We sat in the sun the next day, performed some long forgotten bicycle maintainance in the courtyard and swung from the trees with Tine and Gilke, the Belgian climber duo. After our bicycles thanked us for the greasy love, the six of us did an ab-workout in the sun before heading to the southpart of town for a refreshing dive in the chocolate milk colored river. We played in the mud long enough, so we made our way back through the slums of Dushanbe, stopping once to place some bets on a cockfight on the way.
At midnight it would be Anton's birthday. We all knew anton was hoping to drink on of his favorite drinks: the Swimming Pool. Since some of the ingredients were not available in Tajikistan, the boys got creative and decided to make a brown bowl of alcoholic drink with a clod of chocopaste floating around in it and called it the Swimming Poo. For the occasion we also decided everyone would receive his own teapot to replace the common glass, because we were feeling fancier than ever. Aside from our Belgian couple, an American lady who had her flight home at 5 am join the festivities as well. After our ritual cakeplunge, Karen introduced us to the custom of spanking the birthday pig the number of years it has turned. We are still uncertain if this is actually a thing or if she tricked us into getting her piece of cyclers' buttsteel.