Ascent into madness

“Tell them we aren’t moving unless they bring us a truck” Liz said in a hushed tone. We had been warned that the Tajik military like to pounce on tourists camping along the border with Afghanistan, but we had thus far avoided them. This was our final night on the Panj River and they had … Continue reading Ascent into madness

Georgia on my mind

Our experience on the ferry from Istanbul to Odessa had left us feeling like wizened old seadogs. Sailing to Georgia, we rocked up to the port two hours before our scheduled departure and headed straight for the bar. Eventually setting sail at 3am, we had already polished off the entire supply of champagne. By the … Continue reading Georgia on my mind