Someone once told me that travel is perhaps one part geography, and nine parts imagination.
I had set off for Kyrgyzstan in September 2019 on a cycling trip for 45 days with a Polish girl (Joanna) I connected with on a Facebook group for cycling with women. I had imagined launching from the outer banks and landing in the shifting dunes of the Silk Road, slowly pedalling one stroke at a time but instead, what I got was the conjuring of dust and light and a taste of what it is like to be a roving nomad.
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