Nicole & Anton got up early to go longboarding through Dushanbe before breakfast, swim in a fountain and relax in the grass by a sunlit statue. But there was a hair in the butter: fake police tried to arrest them, and asked for money and their passports. Luckily the couple did not bug out, kept their nerve and decided to jump on their longboards and flee the scene. with trembling hands they entered the kitchen for breakfast, and casually explained they got arrested, so we collectively decided to leave Dushanbe and go camping. The Belgian hitchhiking couple joined us, bringing our headcount to 8 travelers. A taxi brought us close to the lake and we sent out a few scouts to find us a seccluded lakeside spot.
Our half-finished three story mansion had a Faelike view, with the lakeside wall absent and the deep blue water touching its foundations. Our Russian neighbours welcomed us with some beers and a few shots of cognac, showing that they approved of our squat. Not all scouts had returned yet though. As darkness fell over the lakewater, Yuri, who went fishing, was still out of sight, but his echo had come into earshot. Anton and Nicole had put up their hammock and went for a riverswim under the bridge after milking and riding a friendly momma cow. After Yuri howled his way back to the pack, the whole grouped partied like it was 1999 under the watchful eye of the neighbours, who were eager to join but were sent back to their own property after a prolonged "You shall not pass!" scene.