Traveling around Uzbekistan

I used to think architectural patterns were just decoration—pretty tiles slapped onto buildings to impress tourists. Turns out, Uzbek ornamental design

I used to think currency exchange was straightforward until I landed in Tashkent with a wad of crisp dollars and absolutely no idea what I was doing.

I used to think winter palaces were all about escaping the cold—you know, heading south to warmer climes when the snow piled up. Turns out, the khans of

I never thought I’d spend an afternoon watching someone argue about thread tension, but here we are. Bukhara’s tassel makers—the kashta-duzlar

I’ve always been skeptical of museum collections that promise to preserve something as ephemeral as sound. But the Museum of Musical Instruments

I’ve always found it strange how certain monuments just sit there, quietly holding centuries of history while the city around them evolves into something

I used to think covered bazaars were just architectural curiosities—pretty domes sheltering merchants from the sun. Then I spent three days wandering Bukhara’

Walking Through Walls That Have Seen Twenty Centuries of Bloodshed and Bureaucracy The Ark Fortress in Bukhara isn’t just old—it’

I’ve walked through a lot of restored historical sites, but there’s something about stepping into Bukhara’s caravanserais that hits different.

The fortress walls rise like broken teeth from the desert floor, and honestly, they’ve been doing that for roughly 2,000 years, give or take a few centuries.