Traveling around Uzbekistan

I used to think Samarkand was the destination itself—turns out, it’s also the perfect launching pad. The Shakhi-Zinda necropolis sits maybe forty

I’ve walked through Khiva’s narrow streets three times now, and each visit the city feels less like a museum and more like a argument between

I used to think classical poetry was just flowery language about love and nightingales. Then I spent three months reading through translations of Uzbek

I’ve spent more hours than I care to admit chasing light across Samarkand’s ancient skyline, camera in hand, trying to capture what happens

I still remember the first time I walked into what they call the Bukhara Architecture Museum—though honestly, calling it a “museum”

I’ve walked through a lot of museums in my life, but something about the Samarkand City Museum stopped me cold. The building itself sits near Registan

I used to think vegetarian food in Central Asia meant you’d be stuck eating bread and cucumbers for a week. Turns out, Uzbekistan—despite its reputation

The ruins sit there, about 60 kilometers north of Termez, and honestly, most people drive right past without noticing. When Alexander’

I’ve walked through a lot of palaces, but Tash Hauli hits different. Built between 1830 and 1838 by Allakuli Khan in Khiva—now Uzbekistan—this wasn’

I’ve been thinking about Bukhara a lot lately. Not the Bukhara of silk-road caravanserais and crumbling madrasas—though those are there, impossible