I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world. – Walt Whitman (LEAVES OF GRASS) Bulunkul is a small village in an obvious glacier valley resting at … Continue reading
On the Fergana valley, sorry for not being able to read one of the subtitles. I didnt know it was going to corrupt as much in the upload.
Emomali’s chubby face peered into mine with intent, almost like he was questioning a spy, or at least a man caught trying to steal a wallet. The trays from two airplane meals were stacked on his tray table, and this, … Continue reading
The power went out for the fourth time in 3 hours and I leaned back from my computer. The symphony of beeping from computers was quickly stopped as people reached under their desks for back up hard drive power switches. … Continue reading
Khujand, is an ancient city. he city’s history dates back to ancient times. In the opinion of historians legendary city of Alexander-Eskhata (Alexandria Extreme) was constructed by Alexander the Great on the place of the present Khujand (the 5th century … Continue reading
Yesterday I took the 8 + hour car ride from Dushanbe to Khujand. My organization was slightly entertained by the idea that I would take the road, as most people fly. On Monday I had a lot of people look at me with wide eyed surprise when I told them I was going to go by car. I hadn’t actually thought much about it, I was just interested in the view, as the mountains were supposed to be beautiful.
My organization helped me find a driver, and then the organizations driver drove me to the place where the “taxis” pick up passengers.
On the drive other he kept looking at me and said, things like, “Oh you will be taking a jeep”, “he is a very safe driver”, “no need to fear”, and “The road makes people travel by airplane a lot”. I asked him if there was a bus that ran from Dushanbe (the capital) to Khujand (second most populous city in the country).
“No, but the Chinese are making a better road, so maybe soon.”
All these things should have prepared me, as should have the cracking windshield of a good number of the “taxis”, but I was not. Continue reading