A modern exploration of the ancient Silk Road.
At the same time that we are earnest to explore
and learn all things we require that all things
be mysterious and unexplained. – Thoreau
The steam escaped the bowl curled away into the dark rafters of the bosuy. Beyond the canvas roof that houses our family a million stars choked the skies of Kyrgyzstan filling the valley and dressing the flocks and herds silver; a world as eternal as the mountains in which we rested.
The demon-haunted sands of the Taklamakan Desert that swallowed towns and caravans alike, guarded the east behind me, while to the west the bandit-riddled wastes of the Kyzylum and Karakum deserts of Persia awaited.
The road from my cherry blossom stroon Tokyo, across the Korean peninsular and mighty mother China had been long and weary. The hidden summer pastures of the Tien shan were a salve for the soul.