Traveling around Uzbekistan

I used to think Uzbekistan was all about silk roads and turquoise domes. Then I spent three weeks wandering around what geologists call the “

I never thought I’d end up whitewater rafting in Uzbekistan. But here’s the thing—when you mention Central Asia to most adventure travelers

The first time I heard about Zaamin, I pictured something alpine—maybe Swiss, maybe Colorado. Turns out, this juniper forest in Uzbekistan’

The highway east from Tashkent doesn’t exactly scream “adventure.” But roughly 120 kilometers down that ribbon of asphalt—give or take

I used to think museum photography collections were just dusty albums nobody looked at anymore. Then I spent three hours in Khiva’

I used to think Uzbekistan was just another stop on the Silk Road tour circuit, all samey blue tiles and tourist crowds. Turns out I was spectacularly

I used to think traditional crafts were dying—turns out, in some corners of the world, they’re just getting started. The Boysun Handicraft Center

I used to think madrasahs were just austere study halls—quiet, dim, humorless. Then I visited the Nazarkhan Madrasah in Khiva, and honestly, I realized I’

I’d never thought much about puppets until I found myself sitting cross-legged on a worn carpet in Bukhara’s old city, watching a wooden figure

The smell hits you first—cardamom and diesel fumes and something fermented I still can’t identify. Siyob Bazaar sprawls across maybe two hectares