At Luneczka’s place we sleep with our feet under the table.
Touristic heart of the Silk Road
There are places in the world of names so magical that you are ready to pack and travel there just for the sound of words like Samarkand or Bukhara.
They appear out of nowhere. They come out of the steppe, although it seems that there’s nothing around.
Pictures from the steppe
The race through the desert
In Mashhad I got adopted.
Off the beaten track
A handful of my experience
By sunset I arrived to a slaughterhouse.
Treasures of the desert
The desert is the most beautiful.