Traveling around Uzbekistan

Walking Through Centuries: Why Your Feet Matter More Than You Think in Itchan Kala The old town of Khiva—Itchan Kala, technically—is roughly 650 meters

The Registan Complex at Dawn—When the Scaffolding Doesn’t Ruin Everything I’ve flown drones over a lot of places, but nothing quite prepared

I used to think the Fergana Valley was just another dot on the Silk Road map—turns out, it’s where Central Asia’s craft traditions still pulse

I used to think miniature painting was just about making things small. Turns out, the traditional Uzbek miniature art form—dating back to the 14th century

I used to think metro stations were just holes in the ground with trains. Then I stood inside Chorsu station in Tashkent, sometime around 2019, staring

I’ve stood in front of monuments that don’t quite know what they’re commemorating. The Japanese War Memorial in Tashkent is one of those

I used to think hospitality was just about being polite. Then I spent three weeks in Uzbekistan, where I watched a seventy-something grandmother named

I used to think ancient ruins were all about the stone—the architecture, the grandeur, the way light hits a crumbling column at sunset. Then I spent three

I used to think public parks were basically the same everywhere—benches, trees, maybe a fountain if you’re lucky. Where Soviet Engineering Meets

I used to think mosques were all grand domes and towering minarets—the Instagram version of Islamic architecture. Then I stumbled into the Magoki Attori