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.