Backpacker Befriends Bukhara, Part 2

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.” Jack Kerouac The earlier blistering sun was soft and low on the horizon now, Somoni Park with its dwarfish bushes and dusty brick paths bathed in an ominous golden glow. The Samanid Mausoleum was sand-thatched, diminutive, and padlocked Read More …

Spectres & Spectacles in Holy Bukhara

This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series Backpacking in Central Asia

The ghosts of history sometimes speak to us in spectacles and marvels, sometimes stay frustratingly silent, and the art of travel often lies more in the imagination than the destination itself. “Bukhara! For centuries it had glimmered remote in the Western consciousness: the most secretive and fanatical of the great caravan-cities, shored up in its desert fastness Read More …