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We were up at 5 a.m. today, hoping to avoid the busy period when cycling out of the city of Dushanbe.
And today is K1's birthday! What a way to spend s birthday!
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| Getting ready to leave the hotel |
We were on road 6 a.m. Go us
We found our way to the road out of Dushanbe easily. Quickly it became a four lane dual carriageway. Despite the early hour it was quite busy but fortunately most traffic avoided the slow lane that we used. This was perhaps helped by the fact that there was a policeman every hundred metres or so. We have no idea why but there were dozens of them and they were sometimes stopping cars. Not us though, fortunately! In fact we one policeman gave us s thumbs up and said "good luck" as we passed!
We left the city limits behind. It was still a little urban. We then passed through a series of small towns. We crossed a bridge over a river into Vahdat.
We saw lots of fruit sellers by the road and stopped by one of them for no particular reason. Immediately the man running the stall came over to me carrying a melon. I couldn't understand what he was saying but assumed he was trying to sell the melon to me. Using my charades skills I let it be known I couldn't carry it on the bike. He walked away, returned with a carrier bag and indicated how easy it would be to loop the carrier bag over one end of my handlebars. There was no winning an argument with this guy :-) And in fact he wasn't selling. The melon was a gift! He got an enormous water melon for K1 and gave it to him as well!
We cycled off, heavy melons making steering hard, especially for K1. He soon decided it wasn't going to work and gave the melon to a woman we passed. I kept mine. And still have it. Perhaps I'll bring it home.
We stopped at a shop at about 20 km and I went in and bought some salt. We were losing it through sweating rapidly and I knew I'd somehow need to replenish. Yes, it was hot and getting hotter, soon up to 33 Celsius.
We stopped regularly to buy cold drinks. Hydration was a challenge.
Every kid we passed called out "hello". Some followed with "how are you?" or asked our names. It was incredibly heartwarming.
K1 started suffering from very painful cramps in all the big muscle groups in his legs. Heat and hydration issues were taking their toll. We stopped frequently so he could recover.
Mountains were beginning to appear. The landscape became increasingly rural.
We continued to climb. The gradient was typically fairly easy but it was 7% at one point and significantly more on one short stretch.
The sky grew dark ahead of us. The temperature dropped to 24 Celsius. We heard thunder. And then it started to rain. I grabbed my rain jacket.
K1's cramping problems weren't improving so we decided to look for a homestay or a place to camp in the next village.
I stopped and spoke to a fairly young man outside a building materials supply store. Amazingly he spoke great English. I asked if there was somewhere in the village we could stay and said we had tents. He immediately said we could stay in his home! I accepted, introduced myself and K1 and we parked the bikes and followed our host upstairs to his home.
Our host is called Muqim. He's a very nice and interesting man. We were seated on carpets in the lounge and food and tea was brought to us. We were joined by his uncle, brother and another guy (we never quite knew who he was). Aided by Muqim's language skills, we talked.
Soup with a big piece of meat in it was served for us. I don't eat meat K1 doesn't want to on this trip. It was awkward and I don't think any of them had ever encountered a non-meat eater. As an alternative, two fried eggs were brought to me. We washed it all down with tea and the diplomatic incident soon seemed forgotten.
We spend time alone chatting with Muqim. He works for his brother's construction supplies company. He's a huge premier league football fan and watches a lot of English matches. He sought our views on the conflicts in Gaza and Iran. This felt awkward too and we'd wanted to avoid politics but seemingly the conversation went ok. Apparently Spain's president Sanchez is known as a "lion" in Tajikistan because of the stand he took over the Iran conflict.
Muqim is a very intelligent 32 year old man with an amazing memory. He's university education and speaks English, Russian and Tajik. He studied World Economics and History.
He talked about Islam, seeking to educate us and succeeding. It was fascinating.
We were shown the outside toilet which we were to use as the brother's wife was in the house. Mats were set up for us to sleep on and we called it a night.
Tajik hospitality is like nothing I've ever encountered before in my life. Amazing.















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