Cycling from Beyneu to Nukus and crossing the Uzbek border in August 2018. One hell of a sweaty ride across the Kyzylkum desert.
Those last days in Georgia.
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.
Stay in a hotel for a night and make packed lunches or sleep on a pier and eat like a king?
No people, no shops, nothing. Just rocks, a shoddy road and us. Then the road ends. To get to where it begins again, you have to take a boat for 4 hours and travel 30km up the river.
The great thing about hostels now is that they are so empty I’m sometimes the only guest. In this case, I wasn’t: there was a Japanese guy who snored like hell and a really tall Serbian guy…
Some pics of the trip and slice of life.
Wild camping here comes with a little added danger: you could blow your legs off standing on a landmine. So it’s a good idea to switch to land which is in use, just to be safe. Farms, orchards and…