Traveling around Uzbekistan

I used to think necropolises were just fancy words for graveyards until I stumbled across Mizdahkan. Mizdahkan Necropolis sprawls across three wind-scraped

I used to think world-class art collections only existed in places like Paris or New York. Turns out, one of the most extraordinary repositories of Soviet

I’ve stood in front of a lot of monuments that promised to blow my mind, but the Ulugbek Mosque in Shakhrisabz hit different. Here’

Khiva hits you like a postcard that escaped its frame. I spent three days trying to navigate the old city—Itchan Kala, they call it—with a friend who uses

I used to think crochet was just something grandmothers did on Sunday afternoons. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara’s old city, watching women

I’ve stood in a lot of museums where the past feels carefully arranged, almost sterile. The Archaeological Museum in Nukus, tucked away in Uzbekistan’

I used to think medieval astronomy was just a footnote between Greek brilliance and European Renaissance—turns out, I was spectacularly wrong.

I used to think madrasahs were all the same—austere, silent, frozen in some distant century. Then I stood in front of Barak Khan Madrasah in Tashkent one

I used to think multi-day treks were about conquering peaks, ticking boxes, proving something vague to yourself or Instagram. Then I spent eleven days

I used to think bags were just, you know, bags. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara’s old city, watching artisans at the Lyab-i Hauz workshops stitch