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.