Traveling around Uzbekistan

I never thought I’d spend an afternoon obsessing over socks. But here’s the thing—when you watch a master craftsman in Bukhara’

I used to think packing for Central Asia meant throwing in a couple of t-shirts and calling it a day. Turns out, Uzbekistan in summer—roughly June through

I’ve spent more time than I’d like to admit wandering through aviation museums, but the one in Tashkent still catches me off guard.

I used to think ribbon weaving was just, you know, old ladies making decorative stuff. Then I watched a master weaver in Bukhara spend eleven hours on

I’ve stood in a lot of palaces, honestly, and most feel like museums pretending to be homes. But Sitorai Mokhi Khosa—the Summer Palace of Bukhara’

I’ve walked through a lot of old cemeteries, but there’s something about the Jewish cemetery in Bukhara that sits differently.

The Baday Tugay Nature Reserve sits in Uzbekistan’s Bukhara Region, and honestly, I didn’t expect to care this much about a forest I’

I’ve stood on a lot of observation decks, honestly, but the Tashkent Television Tower hits different. The thing is, you don’

I used to think stone carving was just about chisels and patience. Then I spent three weeks in Bukhara’s old quarter, watching a seventy-year-old

I used to think writing about Khiva would be easy. You show up with your camera, take some photos of those turquoise domes everyone’