Traveling around Uzbekistan

The Chimgan Mountains Will Ruin Your Carefully Planned Instagram Aesthetic and You’ll Thank Them For It I’ve been to Chimgan four times now

I used to think hospitality was just about being polite. Then I spent three weeks in Uzbekistan, and honestly, I realized I had no idea what true guest

I used to think smocking was just something grandmothers did to baby clothes. Turns out, Bukhara smocking—this centuries-old fabric manipulation technique

I used to think night markets were mostly a Southeast Asian thing—until I spent a week wandering through Uzbekistan’s evening bazaars, half-lost

The maydan isn’t just a square—it’s a breathing organism that pulses with the rhythm of daily life in ways Western planners still struggle to comprehend.

I used to think open-air museums were just fancy theme parks with overpriced tchotchkes. Then I walked through Khiva’s Ichan-Kala fortress walls

I never thought I’d find myself standing in a Romanov residence in Central Asia, but here’s the thing—history doesn’t always unfold where

I used to think mints were just, you know, modern industrial places with security cameras and guys in white coats. Then I walked into the Mint Museum in

I used to think embroidery was just something grandmothers did to pass time on Sunday afternoons. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara, sitting cross-legged

I used to think quilting was just something grandmothers did with old bedsheets. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara, sleeping under a hand-stitched kurpacha—a