Tag Archives: Tajikistan

sleep, dude

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When I woke up this morning, I didn’t feel that sick anymore. So it was decided that we should go downtown and look at a big fat Sleeping Buddha. And I, being a fan of Sleeping Buddhas ever since a certain summer day in Zhangye (or “Reclining Buddhas”, as they call them) was excited to […]


fucking beards

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Today was a bad day. I woke up feeling as if I had been binge-drinking all night. I tossed and turned on the bed all day, sweating profusely. Poor her. Here’s what I saw when I turned my head to the left: Oh, and one time when I actually left the room and went downstairs […]


not the tallest anymore

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I needed a new visa for Uzbekistan. This was, what, my fifth one? So I went to the embassy, and there was a huge line. This was apparently because Uzbek citizens needed to obtain a special permit in order to be able to return to their country. But, as it turned out, the Uzbek Embassy […]


death ride

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We woke up in our apartment, upon which the owner invited us to check out one of his other rooms: It turned out he was very passionate about wood work. Then we got into a car that was going to take us into the mountains, up to Iskanderkul, the “Lake of Alexander”, and then back […]


I’m one with the bread, and the bread is with me

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We took a shared taxi to Istaravshan, a settlement about an hour Southwest of Khujand. It was a quiet little town: But one thing we noticed was that the people there were extremely friendly. And many of them addressed us in English. These school girls came running across the street for a group photo: This […]


two donuts

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The thing about Khujand is that Alexander (the one whom we somehow call “The Great”) used to have a pad here. He called it Alexandria Eschate, indicating that it was to be the furthest one of his cities. Or maybe this is really just one thing about Khujand. For me, it was magical anyway. There […]


what royals drink

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Kokand, an old Khanate like Samarkand or Bukhara, had a very nice, relaxed feel to it. We got up early and checked out the Palace of Khudayar Khan: It was essentially a single-story structure spread around a bunch of courtyards: Reminded me of a regular Uzbek country home, just a lot bigger and a lot […]