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Travel Blogs from Khorog
Burnt out cars, bullet holes and trouble...
The first checkpoint was easy enough and we all breathed a sign of relief, none more so than Helgar. The scenery was certainly beautiful and we all felt comfortable enough to have a couple of photo shoots.
The first sign of uncertaintly came when we stopped for lunch at Alychur. Two French backpackers we had met two days ago were sitting dejectedly outside the cafe. They had been hitchhiking across to Khorog where they had left their favourite camera while ...
Gorges and Soviet Armor
After a very uncomfortable night for the bald guy, the worst seems to be over and we get on the road for Khorog around 9am. Today we have 220km to cover, again on very bad roads as we skirt the Afghan border East towards the Pamir mountains. In terms of the scenery it is more of the same - a steep sided valley with a very large and rough river running through it. The Tajik side is much more ...
Due Diligence
When travelling it pays to do some research on forms of transport available, costs and agreements that need to be made. In Murghab we were interested in getting to Khorog via the Wakhan Valley which runs parallel for most of the journey with the Afghanistan border, separated only by the Amu-Darya river. It also follows the Pamir Highway which is regarded as one of the world's great highways. We needed a 4WD for the trip that would take us 4 days and 500km. Awaking in ...
Pamir Highway
Ah yes, the famous Pamir Highway through Tajikistan (famous to a very small group of bicycle and motorcycle tourists at least!). There aren't many places in the world that can offer such a comfortable remote cycling adventure as the Pamirs - mostly sealed roads through gentle hills on a 4000m high plateau, stunning high altitude desert scenery, and a continuous road ...
Auf Wiedersehen to the Germans
Another early morning scramble to the airport on Friday morning. This place was becoming our second home. We were told once again to come back in the evening. Not to waste the day we decided to head back to Lake Varzob. This time it wasnt so difficult to find.
After a few hours absorbing the sun and watching the local kids going crazy, we hightailed it back to the airport.
As we were walking in, the lady was walking out, finishing up for the evening, with a big wad ...