Children in Tajikistan, one day after the civil war erupted in the Pamirs. July 24, 2012
My body was badly wounded from my near drowning and had been pushing my bike up a pass as the bolt on the seat post was stripped. I could barely walk, ride, let alone push a bicycle carrying 80kgs. I stopped here to have lunch, where they allowed me to nap for a couple of hours and to dry from the rain. The kids and I played for a little while until the adults ran them out so I could shut my eyes. I had slept on the stall of an old bazaar the night before…finally some rest.
The oldest boy comes to me as I’m leaving with his bicycle. His front tire is flat and I pump both tires up for him, leaving them all with smiles. I also gave him an old bike tire tube he could use for strapping things down with.
The people of Tajikistan are some of the warmest and welcoming folks I’ve encountered on my journeys. Allahu Akbar!