I wrote this text for the meeting of the Shanghai Writing Workshop next week. The prompt I chose was to write a text featuring a dangerous yoga position. Enjoy! The fan on the ceiling feebly swirled the hot, stale air around the room. I wiped sweat pearls away which ran from my temples into my […]
Four merry days in Langar and Zonk passed by.I spent the time walking, climbing, reading, watching, listening, taking photos, and absorbing the Wakkhan with its lovely villages, high mountains, yellow fields and Afghanistan just a river’s width away. In the morning, idle donkeys trotted with immense bundles of hay tied to their backs from village […]
This is an unchronological chronology of my travels over the Pamir Highway, using public transport.First of all – Whatever the Lonely Planet or travel blogs might tell you about the importance of renting your own vehicle in Tajikistan, forget about it – I neither had the cash nor the motivation to look for a group […]
Slowly, the mashrutka (a minibus, common public transport in Kyrgyzstan) winds its way up the mountain to around 3000m, and in every corner we take a plastic bag with watermelons dashes against my feet. A few hours ago we left Osh, Kyrgyzstan’s buzzing south hub, for a spectacular ride to Sary Mogul: a village of […]
Location: KyrgyzstanRoute: Karakol – Bishkek Some 60km out of Karakol, me, Ruan, a south-african born Australian and Arno, and french-born French (sorry, i had to) sat on the open loading platform of a tow truck. Apart from our backpacks pushed together in the middle, there was absolutely no where to hold on to, and the […]
Dear readers, brace yourselves. This is the story of how Crimson came back to China via the Tajik-Chinese border. It includes shocking details like a women’s hygiene product (unused), my mum’s worst nightmare (me in a truck with two male strangers) and my eating habits (maybe not that shocking after all). After all, my big […]