It took me 3 days to ride and (toilet stop) my way to the border. Once there it was easy enough to leave Uzbekistan – a little irritatingly the officials did not even glance at the precious registration slips and proceeded to tip-ex out all the details I had painstakingly filled in on 3 separate … More Tunnel of Death and other Tajik delights!

I was by now an old-hand at cycling in the desert but I was still a little apprehensive about the 500km stretch to Bukhara as this time I would be on my own. Having made the decision I wanted to spend a little time just me and Carra, I left the relatively fertile area surrounding … More Police states and party pooper punctures!