Day 138 To avoid another military encounter, we left the bus shelter early. We spent another beautiful day cycling along the valley until...

Day 126 – 129 Everything felt different. The tarmac was smooth and traffic almost non-existent. If I didn’t know what was to come, I’d be...

Day 113 At the border, the Kazakhstan guards were upgraded to Uzbekistan's military. They ran a tight ship. One by one our passports were...

Day 105 Before Kazakhstan, the ride had felt somewhat familiar. Each country brought with it slight changes in culture, values and...