The village of Ak Dobo (it’s still Orlovka for the locals) does not immediately invite for a stop-over. Just a small village, a bit forlorn. Nothing special on first sight. That is, until you enter the village museum, and discover a treasure trove of Soviet art.
The singing sand dune of Altyn Emel is a geological oddity: a sand mountain that rumbles, but never moves.
The best guess is that the rocks were placed 7,500 years ago; at the time that Stonehenge was created the army stones had already been standing in Sisian for over two thousand years.
Quiet Toktogul, set between the sharp undulations of the Kyzyl-Too range and the blue shimmer of Toktogul lake, gets little love from travelers rushing past to more famous destinations. We understand, its charms are understated. Nonetheless, it is a pleasant place to break your journey from Bishkek to Osh and while away a day. And once you slowed down to the pace of small-town Kyrgyzstan, Toktogul emerges as a hub for adventure sports, smack-bang in the middle of Suusamyr, Arslanbob and Sary-Chelek.
Just off the highway from Turkestan to Kyzyl Orda, in the province of South Kazakhstan, lies an intriguing reminder of times past. Sauran was once the biggest city in Kazakhstan, but history abandoned it for a new lover. Today, a large, romantic ruins remains.
Adam Riches guides us as he discovers the town of Beyneu, Kazakhstan, and its many wonders.
The lake and surrounding Biosphere Reserve of Sary-Chelek are oft-quoted as one of the most beautiful sights in Kyrgyzstan. A habitat for 1.000 different plants and rare mammals such as bear and lynx, Sary-Chelek is a great place to hike, observe nature or to simply get away from it all.
As one of the oldest cities in Central Asia, founded by Alexander the Great in the 4th century BC, current-day Khujand (formerly known as Leninobod) functions as the northern capital of Tajikistan. Situated on the Syr Darya River at the mouth of the Fergana Valley from where it connects Samarkand with the Fergana Valley, its […]
Is this Earth a beautiful pit of despair, bounded by a rainbow drawn in fecal colors, or is it a valuable gift, given to us by a grade-A asshat? These are the type of philosophical dilemmas that cross the mind of the wanderer in Karakalpakstan.
From the turn-off on the Ashgabat-Turkmenbashi road, it’s a small hour’s drive on a dusty winding road heading into the Kopet Dag mountains that separate Turkmenistan from Iran before you come to the village of Nokhur. You’ve heard it’s remote and full of ancient beliefs, and so you are a little shocked to see shiny […]