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!

Thankfully the Uzbek border was not really the problem the rumor mill had led us to believe. There was of course a crowd of people hanging around at every gate and not much indication as to what or where we were meant to go but as a group of 5 cycle tourists we were soon … More From the sand to the silk road – into Uzbekistan

Update Erm, cough, ‘Hello’, cough  . . . .  (shuffling onto stage apologetically) . . . . I am still alive and apologies this has been an empty space for so so long but . . . . . . a)      I have been riding my bike a lot! b)      Central Asia is ıncredibly distracting … More Update