Into Murghob

Back in Sary Tash we play with the kids on the streets, they love it to dance and be tossed around. After somehow arranging a couple jerrycans of fuel we then cross the Alay Valley to the Kyzyl Art Pass (4280 m) that forms the mountain border in between Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan - in between Turkic people and the Persian empire.

Again a remote border, 30 km no man's land in between the Kyrgyz and the Tajik post. We are the only ones crossing and nobody wants to check our luggage, just a stamp here, a fee there, and the soldiers are in a good mood since they're going home now for a couple days.

The road can be described as interesting and diverse, and once we crossed the mountain range, we found ourselves in the empty world of the Kara Kul lake.
Although made out of heavy metal, one of the heroes felt the urge to stop here to donate some iron tears, regarding the incomparable beauty of this place.
The two knights cross the Ak Baital Pass, one of the highest points on the route, and Kismet and Murghob cough heavily at 4655 m above sea level. According to Luca, we are now allowed to say we've done the Pamir Highway.
Passing the old caravanserai, a place of meditation and peace, the shadows grew long as the prophecy becomes true and Murghob is finally brought to Murghob.... This outpost of civilization at the verge of the world.
Nick is lasciviously clapping at Aruf's, handing us some drinx. Time to inhale the smoke of burned yak dung and the absence of the noise we're used to from where we are from.

And from now on, it's getting cozy and hard at the same time...Read more