Giant-Flags… f*&% I love them. I reckon I came very close to sun-stroke today, just standing in the sun for extended periods, waiting for the Giant-Flag to catch some wind and unfurl for the best photo.
But this is the first time I did some follow-up research on one, after discovering this Giant-Flag is flying from the 2nd-tallest flagpole in the world (was the tallest until 5 years ago)… and discovered – the Dushanbe Giant-Tajikistan-Flag weighs 700kg. That’s a big flag.

Oh – Dushanbe also had a rather good museum, a surprising number of functioning fountains (which I realised I also quite like, as they’re kinda like an upside down waterfall), and probably some other stuff I’ve forgotten about.
Because – Giant-Flag.

Surviving the “Tunnel of DEATH!”

25 May – Tajikistan – ~144 miles

A quick trip to Dushanbe, across the Zarafshan Range, in the rain… some spectacular roads and scenery, including a quick(-ish) 5km trip through… the “Tunnel of DEATH!!!”.
1 minute after my too-smart-for-its-own-good bike gave me a warning that the air temperature was low enough that surface-ice might be possible… 5km of poorly lit, poorly (if at all) ventilated, tunnel – with standard Central Asia road conditions (ie… expect vehicle-debilitating potholes at any time)… although apparently it’s much better than it used to be. Popular rumour seems to be that cyclists aren’t allowed through it, as they have in the past died of carbon-monoxide poisoning… but cursory research doesn’t support that. It does seem that for quite some time, one had to sign a waiver before using the tunnel. From what I read just now, they officially finished all the “bells and whistles” on the tunnel in August 2017 (eg: sealing leaks, concreting the base, putting some lights in). But less than two years later – I can affirm that of the two parallel tunnels which seem to exist – only one is open (therefore, a single carriageway, with oncoming traffic rather difficult to identify with very little lighting and much dust), and there is certainly still some leakage, and the lighting leaves a lot to be desired. Still – I’m guessing it’s a hell of a lot better than it was 10 years ago. All in all – good times (as I hope any video footage I got didn’t capture my whispered cursing and imploring for the “light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel”).

Got to Dushanbe safe and sound… where we’ve got a day off. This is to make sure there’s enough time for all the bikes to be serviced, oil changed, and tyres changed.
Apparently my tyres were changed an hour or two ago…
There’s been a few points on this trip which have been sort of “watershed” moments…
– The Turkey border/Istanbul – in that it was supposedly crossing from Europe to Asia
– The Caspian Sea – for a lot of people, this was a landmark which seperated the “known” from the “here-be-dragons”
– And for, me, at least – the latest is Dushanbe. Only in respect to the trip… when we leave Dushanbe, we’ll all be on off-road tyres (knobblies) – and expecting that they’ll be necessary. Coming up, we have the Pamir Highway, and the Wukhan Valley… and by all accounts – some roads of variable condition through some spectacular scenery.

It doesn’t LOOK like a “Tunnel of DEATH!”…
View into the valley from North side of the “Tunnel of DEATH!”

Into Tajikistan

24 May – Uzbekistan – Tajikistan – ~37 miles

A very short day riding-wise – just crossing the border from Uzbekistan into Tajikistan. Apparently this border is only very recently open for “tourist” type crossings… so nobody had any idea how long it might take. It turned out to be rather painless – I believe the last of us were through in well under 4 hours.

Which means we’ve arrived in the town of Penjikent – very early. And Penjikent does not have much in the line of sights or attractions.
So – after a wander around town to confirm there’s absolutely zero to see or do, finding a bite to eat, and watching the last couple of episodes of the latest TV fad… it’s 4pm, and I’ve run out of things to do.
And internet is still extremely slow – so not much point in trying to retrospectively upload photos.
I guess I could try to sift through video footage… but I’ll return to that idea if/when/after I find a beer (itself, looking problematic).

Samarqand – the Crossroads of Cultures

23 May – Uzbekistan – ~169 miles

A bit more of the Silk Road… Samarkand.
Relatively short ride, arriving in enough time to look around some of the major sites, before a “team dinner”.
Impressive looking city, plenty of cool big old stuff, and when taking a taxi to the restaurant for a (large and cheap) dinner – new city looks modern/prosperous.

Road-side snack of Somsa, then watched the lads re-pack the oven with a hundred or so stuck to the side of the oven walls
The inside of an average Registan Madrasah classroom
A mosque


A day walking around Bukhara – done in a couple of hours really, including the inside of the Ark (the old fort).
Spent most of remainder of the day trying to figure out alternatives to sitting down and drinking beer. While sitting down and drinking beer.

Ark of Bukhara
One of several Mosques
Chor Minor – not entirely sure what this is for, but it’s a nice spot for a sit-down, a beer, and making friends with local/stray cats

Silk Road Proper: Khiva – Bukhara

21 May – Uzbekistan – ~284 miles

Uzbekistan – not much petrol to be had. Nearly all cars are running on one of several derivations of natural gas, with lots of “Metan” or “Propan” stations available. “Benzine” or “Petrol” – not so much… and where there are some, they’re often selling only 80-grade petrol. Not sure how the bike will handle that, but need to ask the owners of the bike if it would be acceptable in an emergency. But today – made the journey, with the petrol sign flashing a warning for several dozen miles… but made it.

Rode from Khiva to Bukhara – the second of the “Big Three” Silk Road cities in Uzbekistan… many miles of boring highway on fresh concrete roads, and quite a few miles on “in-progress” motorway… at best, pot-hole trap-filled sections (feeling good about dodging a few potholes, then see a six-foot wide 1-foot deep trench I’m about to hit)… and some simply “this isn’t road, this is just base rock with remnants of road gravel with pits”.

A late afternoon recon of Bukhara – suggests it’s a slightly bigger version of Khiva. Full day tomorrow to wander about a bit more, but I’m figuring the day is going to go similarly to Khiva. Although I might need to re-stock on local currency… I don’t know how, but 1 million Som didn’t seem to stretch that far.

Pulled over by the cardboard-cutout-cops.
A typical view of a random spot in Bukhara