The Tunnel of Death… wait what?

That’s at least how the Daily Mail called the five kilometres long, barely lit, unventilated Anzob Tunnel, which connects the two largest Tajik cities Dushanbe and Khujand at an altitude of 2,700m. We cycled through it. Continue reading The Tunnel of Death… wait what?

Rather interesting sightseeing 

With Frances’ support I am currently working on my British understatement skills. Take this: We have spent the past week visiting a number of not too boring places, including the reasonably aged cities of Khiva, Bukhara and Samarkand. The three are quite well known internationally due to a few religious buildings covered in some bluish tiles. Not the worst places to see. Continue reading Rather interesting sightseeing 

The ferry, the wind and a baking desert

On 8 May, almost one week after our arrival at the ferry port of Alat in Azerbaijan, we have finally succeeded to cross the Caspian Sea and arrive in Kazakhstan. We had a good time on the boat, setting up an open air camp on the upper deck with the other English speaking travellers and I was even allowed to give a spontaneous PrivacyCafé! Continue reading The ferry, the wind and a baking desert