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  • Border crossing Kyrgyzstan-Tajikistan

    August 21, 2019 in Tajikistan ⋅ ⛅ 2 °C

    Aaand another smooth one. Today we crossed the border from Kyrgyzstan to Tajikistan at Sary-Tash.
    This border is positioned along the Pamir Highway, the second highest road in the world. The drive from Osh to Sary-Tash was already pretty spectacular. Coming down the Taldik Ashuu (a pass at 3615m) the horizon is lined by one snowcapped peak after the other. Many of them are as high as 5000m+ and that's what we'll drive through!
    So today we reach the Kyrgyz border at 2pm after having driven through probably the only valley that doesn't feature a snowcapped peak in the background. It only takes 10minutes to have our passports and Hans checked. The border officers seem to expect that you know the procedures by now as there is little guidance provided. However, it's first driver and car papers, as well as the customs check (in the first building that even features a bed. Smart feature for a border that's open 24/7) and then the passport control right before the exit. Very straight forward.
    Then the real challenge starts: the Tajik border is stationed just behind another pass, this time 4215m high. Hans has never driven at this altitude! We've been warned about the road condition, too, but honestly -while there are bad stretches- this is nothing compared to some of the roads we drove on in Mongolia. All in all, nomansland is sort of unspectacular. The only thing worth mentioning is probably the homestay just in front of the pass. I didn't think you were allowed to stay in this territory, but apparently it offered opportunity to this local family. The three kids try to stop us, but as one of them is pointing at us with a serious looking toy rifle, we don't really feel like stopping. Not the right way to make someone feel welcome I guess...
    Anyhow, the pass is right in front of us. We start at 3900m so it's not too much altitude to be climbed by getting up the switchbacks. And Hans performs great (even though we do need the first gear for some stretches).
    Just after the highest point is reached, we see the Tajik border, no car in front of us but some coming from the other side. We've heard and read different stories about this one, from corrupt officers to swift procedures so we're keenly waiting to see for ourselves. On entry, we're asked to wait in the car until the other party going towards the Kyrgyz side has been processed. Then we walk in the little hut to have our passports and visa checked (Tajikistan has a very easy evisa program but make sure to apply with enough time in advance as processing can take anything from 2-14days). The officer once again isn't impressed by our car registration (just a plain A4 paper), but as it has all the necessary information proceeds anyway. There is no electronic device here, apart from his phone that's playing some sort of Russian hip-hop. All the data is only handwritten into a notebook. In a world so used to having everything registered by a computer, this feels a bit odd, but it's also fairly fast, so no complains.
    While he's writing, we explain our route on the world map in the back to the other officers. Heads are nodded in an understanding and not as surprised manner as expected. So many overlanders must pass through here...
    Afterwards the car is checked quickly by the same officer (who is just wearing slippers that are at least two sizes too small. No wonder he'd rather get back in the warmth than ask us to open everything). All good here as well and we proceed to the customs Check-Point. Later on we learn that we apparently skipped the narcotics officer, but what do we know, right? At customs there is quite a queue as Mongol rally teams are lining up from the other side. Tom and the officer need a little while to make each other understand that this is where Tom will get the temporary import document but has to pay $25 for it, but it all works out in the end. Note that this officer will check passports and visa again, so simply take all of your documents.
    Before we're allowed to move on, there is one more hut to visit, where we need to pay a disinfection fee of 10€. Not sure if this is a valid thing, but the officer assured us that it'll be the last time we'll be asked for money and they filled in official looking papers (without actually disinfecting anything though), so we are happy enough to pay and be on our way.
    In total, it took us 2hrs, with 1h being driving through nomansland. Friendly officers, no one trying to take anything from us and no funny questions asked. Welcome to Tajikistan!
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  • Wakhan valley impressions

    August 25, 2019 in Tajikistan ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    What a wonderful place on Earth! Very close to the Afghan border but everything seems peaceful and safe. Feeling so special to be able to experience this.

  • Random observations in Tajikistan

    August 27, 2019 in Tajikistan ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    As we passed our 10days in this beautiful country only in the GBAO district, driving along the Pamir Highway and exploring the Wakhan and Bartang valley, these observations can't really speak for the whole country, I guess. But they're our impressions of it, so I thought we'd share them anyways.

    Street posts are made from stone. Do not hit them!

    Only 7% of the country are below 1000m of altitude.

    We saw more tourists on the Pamir Highway than locals. Tourists have different means of transportation. Some have their own car like us, some have hired a car, some are travelling as part of a tour, some hitchhike, some are on motorbikes, some are on bicycles and some walk.

    A big shuffle seems to be THE must-have accessoir for Tajik men.

    We hardly saw any wildlife in the Bartang valley. The farther up you go the fewer livestock (and people) there is. But flowers, insects and beautiful butterflies can be found everywhere, even in the remotest corner.

    Tajik people (at least the ones we met) are super friendly. I loved the moment when we drove past and confusion was swept off the faces and replaced by a big smile that brightened up the whole person and seemed to charge the whole surrounding with positivity. Melted my heart.

    Soccer and volleyball seem to be the most popular sports. We drove past a lot of fields, especially in the Wakhan valley.

    Hitchhiking is very common to get from A to B. If you can't find someone to take you, you walk.

    At least during harvest season, you can buy food, both in the Wakhan and the Bartang valley. No need to stock up too much beforehand. Your money is better spent here!

    There are two Afghan markets, one in Ishkashim and one in Khorog, that foreigners can go to without obtaining a visa for Afghanistan. We didn't make it as they only happen once a week, but it must be an experience.

    We were very impressed by people's English levels, once again! However, the guy in the Khorog tourist office mentioned, it's mostly the people in the GBAO, not so much other parts of Tajikistan, that speak such good English. He might have been biased though.

    Tajikistan is a windy country. It usually picks up in the late mornings and gets stronger throughout the day. Then it calms down at night and very often in the mornings you can enjoy a few quiet ad warm hours - if you get up early enough.

    Many streets in the GBAO district are closed during winter (sep-march). Only the M41 (the main Pamir Highway) stays open all year as it is the main trade route. The villages in the other valleys need to prepare to be almost self-sufficient, there usually is a community Hall to store food supplies.

    It's the rivers that enable life in the valleys. Roads lead along them and they turn the surroundings green, providing for the local communities. We've seen many canals leading to the fields (and we often had to cross them, too).

    Ibex horns are used to mark sacred sites and sometimes to protect one's home from evil spirits. Sadly, we haven't seen a single alive one.

    Apricots are dried on any warm and fairly even surface that can be found. Roofs, stones, carpets. In winter they're soaked in water, flour and sometimes sugar is added and this way they help to fight the hunger.
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  • Yet another act of kindness

    August 27, 2019 in Tajikistan ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    So, usually my daily routine after a day of driving on demanding terrain is to get underneath the car and check that everything is still in place and all the bolts are tightened. Now, while the road through the Wakhan valley in the mountains of Tajikistan definitely falls into that category, yesterday I forgot to follow my routine. Of course Murphy was waiting around the next corner to enforce his dreaded law! The next corner being the even more remote Bartang valley.
    About 80km into the 280km drive through the valley we noticed a very strange sound coming from underneath the car. A quick inspection revealed that the bolt holding the rear left shock absorber in place had developed its own plans on how to continue its journey and hence had left us at some time on the road. Leaving the absorber awkwardly hanging down on the gravel.
    Of course no man or bolt gets left behind, so I quickly strapped the shock absorber in place to turn around and unsuccessfully try to find the missing parts.
    So, what now? Well don’t you worry. After we stopped to take another look on foot in the little town we were in at the time, we were instantly greeted by the villagers (we had passed them three times by now and they probably thought us rather odd. But they still approached us smilingly). A bit of chit chat and I explained that there’s a problem with the car. One look and 2 min later there were four guys inspecting the hanging shock absorber. What followed is still hard to comprehend. Not only did one of the guys have the right bolt, washer AND bushing to fix the suspension but also nobody would accept any compensation whatsoever. Instead they smiled, waved and wished us good luck while walking away.
    But here comes the best part. While I was busy with the guys and the car, Jo had made friends with Pari, one of the women living in the village. She owns a guesthouse and is the local English teacher. Pari not only helped to translate few bits and pieces, but she also brought us a basket full of apricots, peaches, onions and a huge pumpkin as a parting gift.

    People are just amazing!! Thanks Tajikistan!
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  • Border crossing Tajikistan - Kyrgyzstan

    August 30, 2019 in Kyrgyzstan ⋅ ☀️ 8 °C

    We spent way too little time in beautiful Tajikistan. But since we're running on a schedule, it couldn't be helped. At least we've seen the Wakhan and the Bartang valley and who knows, we might return!
    But for now our way leads us back to Osh. As the border a little further West is closed for foreigners unfortunately (meaning only Tajik and Kyrgyz people can cross), we are driving over the same pass, same border as a mere 10days ago. The way up to the Tajik side feels muuch longer, but Hans makes it and the procedures are as simple and straight forward as during the first time. We even manage to skip the narcotics officer again (this time he waves us past). Going down the pass in nomansland, we meet Dodiemo85 (follow them on Instagram). We had been following each other on social media as these two roam around in Central Asia as well, but we had no idea how close we were. Unfortunately, nomansland going in opposite directions is not the best place to meet, so we only have a brief chat. Would be lovely to meet them again though!
    Anyhow, Hans is getting low on fuel and we're keen on finishing this border business. Well, surprise at the Kyrgyz side: their internet is down and no passports can be processed. Now we know why the Tajiks still write everything by hand! Nothing can be done about it so we chat to fellow travelers for an hour or so. Once the system is up and running again, it takes about 20minutes for our passports to be checked and Hans's paperwork to be completed and we're back in Kyrgyzstan.
    It does feel a bit odd to drive the same road, but in the opposite direction. First time for us on this trip and I keep catching myself looking back to see if the view has changed, if there is more snow on the mountains, if I can glimpse something I haven't before. But then the views in front remind me that you never step in the same river twice. Pay attention to what's coming, it's beautiful!
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  • The sound of silence

    August 31, 2019 in Kyrgyzstan ⋅ ☀️ 10 °C

    Funny. The last few days, wind and the sound of rushing water were our constant companions. Now, nothing.
    We've left Tajikistan's beautiful rivers behind to return to Kyrgyzstan's stunning mountains (not that Tajikistan had been short of them, but here they are greener and more accessible). A few dozen kms after the border, we take a small path right through the village leading much much farther into the valley. We climb up now dried up grassy hills, drive past a few seemingly abandoned houses, slowly but steadily making our way to today's destination: a small, pristine mountain lake, hidden back here with no civilisation around it.
    We can't quite get down to the shore to park, hence we stay on a little plateau, overlooking the scenery. And then, nothing. No wind, no water, no animals nor insects nor birds. Night sets in and it's quiet. Weird. But beautiful!
    The next day brings visitors, returning wind, horses and cows and of course, insects. We're not alone in the world after all.
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  • Border crossing Kyrgyzstan-Uzbekistan

    September 17, 2019 in Kyrgyzstan ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    This border crossing was a special one. Why? Well, we had just arrived back in Osh at 4.10am this morning! Tom and I had flown back to Germany for a few days to see friends and family and attend two weddings. After a super exciting and special time that really felt like a holiday from our overlanding journey, today was the day to be reunited with Hans again. Quite wonderful.
    We pick up the car at Vlad's garage, get a few last bushings fixed, fill up the tanks (both of them as we're not sure about Diesel in Uzbekistan), get the last few groceries and head for the border.
    We know it's not far out from the city, but yet we're surprised how quickly we reach it. The Kyrgyz side is bustling with market stalls and money exchange booths but before I can suggest to exchange some money, we're already at the front gate. Tom had simply passed the long line of trucks and no one seems to mind. Quite the opposite: once we're through the first gate cars are even asked to move so that we can proceed. Tourists definitely enjoy advantages here. Someone picks up our temporary import document for Hans, our passports are stamped through a side window so the we don't have to queue, a quick look into Hans and off we are towards the Uzbek side.
    Here, we're not separated for the first time and both Tom and I get our passports checked by the (very good looking) guy who processes the paperwork for drivers. Lucky me, the "normal" hall seems to be a beehive! Tom and I are witnessing loud shouting, long queues and general discomfort while waiting for our papers. In the customs area just in front, things are much calmer. Our passports are stamped quickly, Tom takes care of Hans's paperwork and I get the honour to lead through the customs inspection for the first time. The customs officer actually laughs with me as I present the spatula when asked if we carry any weapons. Besides not getting a temporary import document (let's hope we won't need it) and a bit of confusion if we can go or not (we needed to stop for the dogs again, but were quickly released thereafter) a very nice and smooth border crossing. All thanks to us being tourists. Being preferred felt weird but at the same time we were super grateful as the day had already filled out heads with so many thoughts and impressions I'm not sure we would have been able to handle any problems. So thank you, sweet people in line and border officers. Uzbekistan, we're ready for you.
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  • First day in Uzbekistan

    September 18, 2019 in Uzbekistan ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Can you feel at home at several places at once? Or maybe home really IS where the heart is? I had no trouble adapting to the life back home and enjoyed being in my family home a lot. At the same time, moving back into Hans felt familiar and right as well.
    Having underestimated the time it gets dark here, we drove much longer than we usually do after crossing the border yesterday. But the Fergana valley is heavily populated and we needed to find a place to sleep. We reached our destination around 8pm in pitch black, had a quick snack and went to bed.
    Hence, settling in was left to this morning. Still accustomed to a different time zone, we got up around 8am, with the sun shining on our roof and a flock of sheep passing by our campsite next to a small canal. Curious people walk or cycle past, most of them just nodding or waving hello, some asking where we're from but none of them intruding. Just after breakfast, a man and his son walk up, a bit more interested than the others. We converse with hand and feet and a few words in Russian and I gift two pens and a notebook to the little boy. Turns out, we had just met our neighbours, living just 100m down the road. We're invited for tea, but knowing that we need to move on, we decline gently.
    It's time to get Hans organised after all! Thankfully we didn't bring back as many items as we took home, so everything finds its place quickly and Hans's tidyness is restored. Just as we're about to finish our neighbour's wife comes over. She gifts us grapes and dried apricots from the garden and smiles broadly. How I wish I could communicate at least a little bit more... Our heartfelt "spasiba" and "thank you"s must have made their way through despite of the language difficulties though. And so we part ways.
    While we were planning to take the shortest route to Samarkand, we need to get money and a sim card. Coincidentally the next opportunity to do so, presents itself next to a silk factory. Well, we don't want to miss it, especially since we're travelling on the silk road and Uzbekistan is the world's third largest silk producer. The detour is totally worth it. We get money & a simcard, super fresh veggies and fruit at the local market and the tour through the factory is super interesting as well. Every step of the production is handcraft and super impressive. And our Russian speaking guide is doing such a good job that we even understand his explanations (there are English, French and German speaking guides, too, but he was free and eager to show us around).
    To top off our already super exciting and successful day, we're then invited for tea by the owner of the house where we parked Hans. There are only so many times you can say no and so we agree. Quite an interesting household! We're asked to sit down in the entrance area, where we're served a Fanta like drink immediately by one of his daughters or daughter-in-laws. Tiny quails are kept in cages made out of pumpkin skin that hang high just underneath the ceiling. Their chirping could definitely act as an alarm system! During the course of the conversation our host explains he sells them at the Fergana market.
    As we're drinking the Fanta, we're offered kefir as well. Wary of our horsemilk experience, we're reluctant but there is no saying no. The kefir is homemade from milk that the goat in the courtyard is providing. And it is delicious! Pleased that we like it, our host asks us to take the whole jar (made a beautiful sauce for our dumplings at dinner!) and a loaf of bread on top of that. We finish a few cups of tea, talk about this and that (interrupted with frequent glances towards the birds at the ceiling whenever we get lost in translation) and then bid farewell. There is not much of the day left and we want to cover a bit more ground. An hour later, we find our second campspot in Uzbekistan and take a deep breath. We're on the road again. And people are simply wonderfully friendly.
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  • Random Uzbekistan

    September 18, 2019 in Uzbekistan ⋅ ⛅ 34 °C

    There are so many wonders and wonderfully surprising things to notice everywhere you go. Uzbekistan was no different. Here are some of the little things we noticed:

    Corn is dried simply by taking off the husks and spreading it flat on the side of the road.

    There are lots of big houses. Some of them are just being built despite many looking empty and deserted. Quite a contrast really.
    There are also many stretches with small houses looking exactly alike. Usually around the bigger towns and cities. Leftovers from the Soviet era? Hard to tell.

    While we read and heard that Uzbekistan is touristy, people looked at us as if we were some sort of alien species in the first town we stopped at in the Fergana valley. Was it my hair? I might have to tame it a bit more as otherwise I think I was dressed appropriately (I had put on a leggings underneath my dress as I knew we were driving into Muslim dominated territory and I didn't want to stand out. Sidenote: not many women wear a headscarf in Uzbekistan after all). The amount of people greeting us from their cars and waving from the side of the streets seem to confirm our theory that tourists are still quite rare in this part of the world.
    The big silk road cities (Samarkand, Bukhara and Khiva), however, really were quite touristy. Especially Bukhara and Khiva where big tourist buses throw buckloads of tourist groups all at once at the historic centers. No one to blame here, the sights are super beautiful, impressive and definitely worth visiting. But life as a local must feel weird in these museum parts of town that are raided day in and day out.

    Diesel and petrol are hard to come by. Most cars run on gas, which means big gas cylinders on the roof and even bigger gas stations, obviously marked by big sign posts from the main street. They're built a hundred meters or so away, I reckon not to threaten the traffic.

    Everyone we talked to was fond and proud of plov, the National dish. It's basically spiced fried rice with meat, veggies, fries and raisins, cooked in large pans over the tandoor oven. Unfortunately, we only had quite a poor version of it in Khiva, but I can imagine how good it can taste!

    While water- and honeymelons were in season and plentiful, the real national fruit is pomegranate. The tree is also seen as tree of life and often depicted on paintings, tiles and mosaics. And they were in season, too! Not bad for a country that mostly consists of desert.

    We haven't mentioned it before but since we've entered the Stans there is another thing that stands out: many people have golden teeth. Not just a crown, sometimes as many as six teeth or more covered in shiny metal. Uzbekistan was no different in this regard.

    And last but not least, the bazaars. We very often noticed a roof covered area where people were selling all sorts of groceries, but mainly fruit, veggies and dried fruit. Amazing variety, especially in the nutrient rich Fergana valley.
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  • Tales of 1001 Arabian nights

    September 19, 2019 in Uzbekistan ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Have you ever read or watched "Aladdin"? Or put your nose into a big old book titled "1001 nights"?
    If you have, you certainly must have dreamt about big palaces in the desert, oasis and camels, beautiful princesses and princes and a kind Sultan reigning over his land. Or maybe you thought about groups of scarf covered bandits, chasing through the dunes on mighty looking horses, holding their long swords high above their heads?
    Uzbekistan's silk road cities Samarkand, Bukhara and Khiva give you a good impression of these dreams in real life. Or at least the buildings do. Huge mosques and medressas (education buildings), minarets and mausoleums greet you around every corner. They're very accessible, some with free entry, some cost a marginal fee, every one of them a monument taking you to a different time. Yet, some of them are still actively used in their old purpose as well.
    I was deeply impressed by all the handcrafted tiles and mosaics adorning the in- as well as the outside of the buildings.
    Taking into account the beauty and uniqueness, of course, you'd barely walk around on your own. But sitting down in a quiet corner, reminiscing all the stories you've heard that are vibrating colorfully in your head, that's something.
    We liked Samarkand's Registan the most, especially during sunset, but go and explore for yourself.
    Just maybe skip the driving yourself part, the desert can get to you after hours and hours of nothing but heat, rocks and sand.
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