A half way of the Silk Road

My journey has come to almost a half way. In my last article on this blog, I decided to transfer myself to Kashgar from Urumqi. Today, a story for you is about my experience with Chinese people on the train to Urumqi...




I was on the train to the Urumqi from Kashgar. Just finished eating a cup noodle for my dinner. My ipod is always on when I'm on the train. The view from the window was getting dark. I, somehow, suddenly got fright by things behind me in both my journey and life.


"I know Japanese passport won't be asked any visa by Kyrgyzstan government, but I might be said NO... This is what I experienced when I was trying to get in Kazakhstan. Nothing is 100% sure."


"They may say "Go back to Beijing to get a visa""


"They may say "No Japanese!!""


I always have a plan in my travel to avoid as much risk as possible just like everyone does, but I now know that even 100% preparation can be zero especially countries around here...




Oh yea, it's not only in my travel. I have a plan to go to a Master program after finishing this travel, but this might be zero too. (At that time, I haven't been accepted by the current MBA program.)



In that particular moment, my ipod tuned sad musics. Just at the time, a Chinese lady hit my back.


"What are you f***ing doing!!?"


I didn't know if this lady read my mind, but she smiled at me and gave me an unknown fruit to me. Chinese people are always so close to each other when they communicate. I kept rejecting the unknown fruit from her because I even didn't know if I can eat it. But I finally had to try it because the lady kept bringing the fruit into my mouth.



That was the sweetest fruit I ever eaten. I still don't know what the fruit was though.



Since then, I took my PC out from my backpack to write my story in Japanese. As usual, people came around me to see the Japanese PC and what the language I'm writing. As usual, I showed them a proposal of this travel written in Chinese language. As usual, I showed them a picture of my family and girlfriend, and tried to communicate with them with a writing communication.



When I noticed that the time was already to sleep on the train, my loneliness was gone.

Okay, I will do it either way. I will do my best. Don't stop to think about things I can't control. Confident without any reason.








"What Japan is proud of is not only PC and car. Chuji is from there."

I will make both Chinese and Kirghiz people say like this.


I have dreams.






Go for it!! Chuji,