Time is flying by. I have so much I could write about, but too little time to do it justice. That has been the trouble with this trip… not enough time to simply sit back and relax. Now I’m in Central Asia and no longer need to rush against the wintery weather, the 30 day tourist visa to Uzbekistan just isn’t long enough to cycle across the country, have chance to see all the places I want, and to write blog posts about it.
So the writing is on the back-burner. It’s a shame. I have all these thoughts bottled up inside me… but I shall pop the cork and let the words flow, just not yet.
In the mean-time, for those who are interested, the photos will have to suffice. With a little summary.
It was less than a week to cycle from Dushanbe to Samarkand. From cotton fields to desert hills, cross-roads markets and bivvying out under the stars. Lovely weather for the camping.
Before leaving Tajikistan, I made a stop via Hissar fort – that was the residence of Ibrahim Beg, the Emir of Bukhara’s henchman – which is mostly ruins now, except a reconstructed gateway.
And a day’s ride before reaching Samarkand, I stopped in Shahrisabz, the home-town of Amir Timur, also known as Tamerlane. He conquered much of central Asia, just as Chinggis Khan of the Mongols had centuries before.
Just like Chinggis, Timur is today immortalised in the cities where his name is famous with huge statues that locals seem to love having their wedding photos taken in front of… of an with me too (not that there are too many other similarities between me and Timur, I think!)
I arrived in Samarkand through the old town’s rubble roads, detoured down a side street where the road had been blocked off and then, suddenly, found myself in the centre of the city outside the Registan. Now that was cool!
Photos from the ride…