Cycling further up the valley and making the river crossing at Savnob.
We were invited to a wedding in the Pamirs, the heart of Tajikistan.
It was here, on the edge of nowhere, that I considered my own home and possessions.
From Dushanbe to Kalaikhum, we take the road less travelled into the heart of the Pamir mountains.
Cycling up to the Anzob tunnel in Tajikistan, also fondly known as the Tunnel of Death.
The sweat. Our garments were now sponges more than clothes, preventing puddles beneath our worn out shoes and tired feet…
Ultimately, no one can tell you never to give up better than the voice inside your own head.
Cycling from Beyneu to Nukus and crossing the Uzbek border in August 2018. One hell of a sweaty ride across the Kyzylkum desert.
The story of cycling 500km across the Kyzylkum desert in Kazakhstan from Kuryk to Beyneu.
The adventure of taking a cargo ship across the Caspian Sea from Alat in Azerbaijan to Kazakhstan was a lot more difficult than expected!
Continuing the cycle from Tbilisi to Baku, from the border of Azerbaijan. Things become increasingly dry and arid as I head east, ultimately crossing a desert to reach Baku.
You might not be able to find what you need in a shop, advertised anywhere or on the internet, but somewhere, somebody “knows a guy.”
3 nights, 4 days and 0 showers later I majestically cycled down the hill to Tbilisi, sunburnt, smeared head to toe in a shiny, grit-covered, suncreamy goop.
There’s a fine line between someone looking at you out of curiosity and that of an imposter. I’m quite used to the first by now, but here in Armenia there seems to be a lot of suspicion about who I am and what I’m doing here.
I really don’t care if I got lost here. Trees, mountains, cows and random invitations from Armenians in Gerogia.