Uzbekistan (November, 2019) – We stopped at the market on our way out of town, back down the mountainous road to Tashkent. The brief interlude between vast amounts of melon and squash, naan and dried fruits was a relief. In the end the small basket of provisions provided sustenance on a harrowing journey I wish never to repeat. The worn tires and slippery slopes caused havoc, numerous transport vehicles disappeared into ditches. Eventually the snow was so thick we could barely see out the windshield. Basically the driver used the blurry tail-lights to gauge the distance to his speed. We arrived late and bruised from the torturous ride.
