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.
The first time I got positive culture shock.
Military, puke and parties as we cycle along the Afghan border.
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.
We enter Tajikistan and into a living lesson on kindness.
That time I got invited to a party in Uzbekistan.
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!