holly and ben go adventuring.

Category: Central Asia

  • Worlds apart

    25th July – 1st August 2026

    We had been told by many people that Kyrgyzstan is beautiful, and they were proven to be correct before we had even crossed out of the 20km of no-man’s land separating it from Tajikistan. The green and red rocks which had greeted us at the Tajik border control continued, opening to a wide valley which in turn unfolded into plains stretching impossibly onwards in both directions either side of us, as if they were about to drop off the face of the earth. Behind us was a band of mountains, generous portions of snow heaped onto their peaks. The fenceless landscape was filled with a variety farm animals all intermingling in a far more sociable way than we are used to back home; Ben had to remind me on more than one occasion that I was at risk of over-romanticising the situation. For the briefest of moments, the beauty of Kyrgyzstan almost tempted us to change our route, but after an insubstantial lunch of two-day old bread and fig jam with a questionable use by date, we decided to stick to our guns, head to China and leave Central Asia on a high.

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  • Stuck in the loop

    11th – 24th July 2026

    There is a myth which spans various Pamir Highway blogs about the obligatory “Khorog rest week” which I thought there was little truth in. I was proven very wrong. When we arrived at our very relaxing homestay in Khorog we initially intended to stay for two days – one for rest and one for admin. When Ben got sick we had no choice but to extend our stay. We finally thought we were ready to go when we realised we had a fatal visa related flaw in our plan for the next stage of our trip. After a poor night’s sleep did little to resolve matters we decided to stay another day so that we could leave with a clear plan for the route ahead. We began to wonder: would we ever leave Khorog?

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  • Finding our limit

    3rd – 10th July 2026

    We had opted not to stay in the hostel in Dushanbe where supposedly every cyclist stays before departing on the Pamir Highway. If we had, we would have learnt that the route option we were about to attempt was brutal. We approached the whole thing with such a naive sense of optimism; Ben assumed that given it was a “highway” it would a smoothly paved surface to the very end. I knew this not to be the case, and despite also knowing that I lack confidence on even the most compact gravel surfaces, I chose to turn a blind eye. Perhaps we both sensed that the only way we’d have any hope of cycling it was by being blissfully unaware.

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  • A ride through the tunnel of death

    27th June – 2nd July 2026

    After a border crossing where we almost bypassed passport control completely, we were immediately greeted by mountain views and quiet roads. As the landscape became more populated, we received a barrage of “welcome to Tajikistan!” and high-fives from small (and not so small) children. This welcome felt worlds apart from the one I imagine these people would receive on arrival to the UK.

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  • Farawayistan

    21st – 27th June 2026

    As I watched the Caucasus mountains become the Caspian Sea and then the desert from up above it felt very odd not to be travelling slowly, and suddenly transported to Farawayistan (although naturally given that I’m a Lang I prefer the Swedish translation of Långbortistan). Despite very little sleep, one slightly dodgy stomach and just shy of 100kg luggage, the day somehow went rather smoothly, and our bikes were soon almost correctly put back together. With the stress of flying behind us we could finally relax, which of course meant exhaustion soon hit. However something about being faraway relieved our mental weariness and we started to feel excited to explore somewhere that felt completely different.

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