March 2025.

How do I describe it? The feeling is indescribable. I had my eyes on this country for so long but never dreamed of visiting as soon as possible. It was in my plan, but I did not exactly plan when I would go until the opportunity presented itself.

Early that morning, my friends and I departed from Samarkand in Uzbekistan to catch a train to Tashkent. It was a cold, snowy morning at 3 AM, and it felt like my soul was still scattered everywhere, just moving in auto-mode, feeling sleepy and my eyes just wanting to shut. Anyway, I should also not forget to mention how kind the hotel staff (I already forgot his name, a young man) was for preparing breakfast and seeing us off in the early morning. Maybe I did not behave well, as I was so sleepy and, to be honest, sleepy Ada does not respond well to anything. Well, thank you, and I apologise if I did not behave properly (I think his name was Ilham?)

The snow outside the door was crackling under my feet, still not able to wake me up. However, we had to move in a rush to catch the early train from the station. I simply followed the others, Karl, Joey, and Irving, trusting them 100% on where they would take me, what we would do, and how we would get there. Yandex was a bit slow that morning, but we made it in time to check in for the train and catch the early one. Once I was seated, I shut my eyes and continued to sleep. I needed to fill my quota, lol, and outside the train window, the snow was still falling gracefully. I was back in my dream.