The longest road

Cycling through the Kazakh desert was a challenge. It was hotter than expected, windier than we thought, and scarclier populated. Yet, we had no idea how hard the road ahead to Uzbekistan would be.

In short: Cycling through the desert in Uzbekistan is like Kasakhstan but on infintely worse roads. A Swiss cyclist, whom we had met in our hostel in Beyneu, had warned us especially about the first 85km of the road leaving Beyneu, but the reality was even grimmer: For 150km we cycled on an unholy mélange of gravel, sand, and broken pieces of old Soviet tarmac.

A better part of the road.

After that, the road consisted of mostly potholed tarmac with the occasional kilometre of sand and gravel. Our average speed dropped below 10 km/h while the sun continued to grill us with over 35°C. For several days we cycled on the left side of the road in order to escape the huge clouds of dust that (equally slow) passing trucks whirled up behind them.

This part of Uzbekistan is easily the hardest road I have ridden so far, both physically and mentally. Not surprising that we met no other cyclists out here. We believe that most take the slow overnight train from Beyneu to Nukus, the first Uzbek oasis town by the river Amu Darya, around 600km east from Beyneu.

Trees in Nukus

Arriving in Nukus after 6 days of broken road through empty lands felt like an epiphany to us. The road winds around a few higher sand dunes, blocking the view, until it suddenly drops 100m into a totally unexpectedly green valley. Water! Trees! Even flowers! We were mesmerised by the abrupt change in landscape and the sudden availability of all kinds of “pleasures”, including shade and Pepsi.

Suddenly everything was green. Real trees giving real shade.

Despite being described by Lonely Planet, the almighty judge of travel, as “one of Uzbekistan’s least appealing cities” with a “general sense of hopelessness and desolation”, we found it to be a wonderfully relaxed place with lots of curious young people, good food and a welcoming atmosphere.

After our arrival we had just sat down in the hotel lobby, tired and in dire need of a shower, when three young women approached us and asked if we would give them an interview. They were junior students of English at Nukus University and this week’s coursework consisted of interviewing English native speakers about their travels and their time in town.

Learning about Uzbekistan

We curiously agreed to meet the next day in front of the city’s Savitsky Museum (according to Lonely Planet the only “sight” worth seeing), which houses one of the largest collection of Russian avantgarde art. They joined us for a visit of the collection and invited us for lunch despite our repeated attempts to settle the bill. While eating, and afterwards continuing in the bookshop next door, Frances patiently answered the students’ questions all the while being filmed and recorded for their coursework.

Being interviewed in Nukus.

Of course we used the opportunity to ask questions back and they talked surprisingly openly about politics and society in Uzbekistan, a country that isn’t exactly known for its top-notch human rights record. We learned that the appointment of Shavkat Mirziyoyev as new President of Uzbekistan in 2016 has apparently led to a couple of positive developments in the country.

For example, for many years the Uzbek government has forced its citizens to work on the country’s cotton fields for free, effecively making Uzbekistan the world’s second largest modern slaves market, according to Wikipedia. Every year up to 4% of the population or 1.2 million people were forced to pick cotton for the government. It seems that this year, however, the forced labour scheme has been “cancelled” for th first time, making our student friends very happy as they could use their precious time to advance their studies (and/or just enjoy a normal life).

Drinking fermented camel milk at Nukus bazaar.

The girls also took us to the Nukus bazaar, made us taste camel milk, fresh mulberries and Uzbek honey before wishing us a warm goodbye with some last rounds of selfies. Frances and I are very grateful for their hospitality and the wonderful and insightful day spent together.

Note to myself: cycle touring is as much about people and culture as it is about mental and physical challenges.

What’s next?

We spent our second rest day in Nukus to clean our beloved bicycles. During the days in the desert, our cassettes, chains and chainrings had been covered in ridiculous amounts of sand and dust which become a real pain when mixed with chain oil.

Chatting with a cycling farmer.

From Nukus we headed southeast towards the ancient town of Khiva, enjoying the 2-day ride on small roads along the lush-green Amu Darya valley. Contrary to the desert, villagers of this valley often use bicycles themselves and we had more than one wave, smile and chat with a friendly farmer on his old rusty roadster bicycle.

The friendlier environment even encouraged us to cycle the extra mile of sand track to visit Chil’pk (or Chalpyk) Kala, one of the ancient Silk Road fortresses. The once mighty clay walls, which are believed to have been built in the first century BC, still overlook both the desert and the Amu Darya river valley – although today they are almost washed away by wind and weather. Only the castle’s distinct features set it apart from the surrounding sand and render it visible from over 10 kilometres away.

Frances cycling through the sand to Calpyk Kala.

Stay tuned for stories about the old clay palaces and blue-painted tile wonders of Uzbekistan’s Silk Road perls (and mass tourism destinations) Khiva, Bukhara and Samarkand. 🚴💨

7 thoughts on “The longest road”

  1. First time I ever read the words “I have ridden”… so thank you for that experience 🙂

    Pepsi makes everything blossom… thats the second thing I learned.

    Wikipedia is not an academic source.

    Why was there no mentioning of data protection on the holy day of GDPR in force beingness?

    And why do I not have to consent to this newsletter?

    And why do we always see the back of Frances on photos, but never your back? Are you now always cycling in her wind shadow (or as some dictionaries call it “slipstream”?

    1. You’re welcome, Pepsi is awesome, and so is Wikipedia. You *did* consent to the newsletter on sign up, and you see Frances’ back because I follow your previous advice ;-)) That’s all the answers explaining the world that I’ve got today. 🙂

  2. bonjour Jan
    content d ‘avoir de tes nouvelles après ce dur passage dans le désert
    il aurait fallu échanger les vélos contre des chameaux ; j ‘ai essayé , c’est assez confortable.
    à bientôt

  3. Bonjour Jan,
    Bravo !
    Suis impressionnée !
    J’ai un peu de mal à tout traduire…
    Je découvre des endroits absolument inconnus grâce à toi !
    Ultreia !
    Je t’encourage de tout mon cœur.

  4. Hi Jan,
    Congrats on getting through the moonscape! Looking forward to your next stories,

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