And then comes Kyrgyzstan

The border crossing from Tajikistan to Kyrgyzstan took a while. There is a no man’s land between the two countries for roughly 25 kilometers and none of the two is really responsible for it. What happens if you get injured or have an accident there I don’t know.
The actual procedure to cross this particular border to Kyrgyzstan is fairly simple: You get in touch with an agency via WhatsApp beforehand, pay 15$ in a small village and there you write down your name on a piece of paper. The people in charge send the details to the borderafterwards. When you arrive at the border, you can only hope that your name is on the list. The custom officials clearly take their time to check the list and if you’re one of the unlucky tourists, you have to wait many hours or even days until your allowed to cross the border. If you have a big wallet, you might be able to accelerate the procedure. Not in our case. Ulli and my name were on the list and after a short discussion and bag search, the gates opened and we were allowed to enter Kyrgyzstan.

The moments which followed, I cannot put into words. I was overcome with feelings of happiness and gratitude. I really made it to Kyrgyzstan - on my bicycle! And Kyrgyzstan welcomed me as cheesy as I had pictured: wild horses, yaks, nomads, endless green meadows and mighty mountains. Yes, I shed a tiny tear of joy.
So that’s it!? Does my journey end here in Kyrgyzstan? Well, I still have to cycle the Pamir Highway until Osh. And then I will reveal my further plans shortly.Read more