The 5 day ride from Samarkand to the Tajik border taught me that I was wrong.
It turns out that the Uzbek countryside doesn’t just consist of either sand or cotton leading right up to the dead flat horizon. Myself and Hubert, another cyclist with the same bike as me (!), cycled through a landscape that was beautiful and varied, changing every 50 kilometres or so. Cool mountain passes led down into green valleys fed by plenty of ice cold streams to swim in, which, in turn, ebbed away into the occasional short stint of desert.
I was rather critical of the boring cycling in the west of the country in my previous post. So, Uzbekistan, I apologise. You’re not all bad.
The ride itself has been pretty routine, so here are some pictures from the ride that brought about this country’s redemption in my opinion.
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Nick!!! You’re one step away from China, India and Thailand and all those amazing places in Asia!!! Amazing! I like reading your adventures every now and then. I have been inspired by you and I feel like I can do it too!!! 🙂 I remember with a smile those funny days at the WHY NOT hostel in Tbilisi, with all the wild animals, the flooding and the chacha tastings. Wishing you even more of those memorable times everywhere else in the world…
Greetings from Italy xx