Traveling around Uzbekistan

I used to think sports complexes were just about the equipment. When I first visited Bukhara’s main sports complex—honestly, I wasn’

The lions don’t look right. That’s the first thing you notice when you stand in Registan Square, craning your neck up at the Sher Dor Madrasah’

Guliston sits on flat cotton-growing land about 120 kilometers southwest of Tashkent, and honestly, I didn’t expect much when I first arrived.

I used to think minarets always came in pairs. Then I ended up in Bukhara one humid September afternoon, jet-lagged and slightly lost, when I turned a

I’ve walked through Bukhara’s old city three times now, and each visit peeled back another layer I’d missed. The thing about Bukhara

Starting at the North Gate Where Most Tourists Never Actually Begin Their Walk I used to think everyone started their Khiva wall walk at the West Gate

I used to think the Fergana Valley was just another Central Asian backwater until I spent three weeks in Andijan. The thing about Andijan Region—tucked

I used to think skiing meant the Alps, maybe Colorado if you were feeling adventurous. Turns out, Uzbekistan—yeah, that Uzbekistan—has been quietly running

I used to think synagogues were just buildings until I walked into the old Jewish quarter of Bukhara. The thing about Central Asian Jewish communities

I used to think mosques were just places frozen in time, you know—prayer halls that stayed the same for centuries. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara