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.
The story of cycling 500km across the Kyzylkum desert in Kazakhstan from Kuryk to Beyneu.
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.