Alas, a photo gallery of some of my favorite places and faces during my trip. Most of what you see here is found in the Pamirs and not part of my Global Village build, but I enjoyed both equally in different ways. Anyhow, I’ll let the photos do the talking this time. Please feel free to comment.
This is a Afghan home as seen on our ride up from Ishkashim into the Wakhan Valley. The Panj River divides Southern Tajikistan from Northern Afghanistan. While the drive is quite bumpy it is worth the trip.
Bored and friendly soldiers with big scary guns and myself. They were sitting at a little desk on the side of the road waiting for vehicles to come by to check passports. The road probably doesn’t even see more than 100 cars a day, so I imagine they were bored and happy to have their photo taken. At least I was. (Taken by Teo.)
As the drive into Ishkashim continued I managed to nab this photo of the high-low afternoon sun over the land. We were on our way to check out a small shrine nearby.
The following day my guide Teo, took me on a long and arduous hike up the mountain to check out the valleys, shrines, stupas and ancient forts. While the hike was very tiresome for a person like myself who is used to being horizontal rather than vertical it was worth the climb in numerous ways. Plus, I got to make some new friends.
These young girls were only two of many running down the tiny mountain trails with sheep. Teo and I both wondered the one in white managed to stay so clean.
More mountain people and me. Can you spot me?
I took this shot on my 16 hour ride out of the Pamirs into Dushanbe. The National Geographic fellas that let me hitch a ride with them stopped to get some footage of the area. I’m sure their shots look a lot better than my own.
The older guy on the left was the owner of the house I stayed at my first night in the tiny village of Vrang. The other gentleman came wandering into the house the following afternoon as we were lunching. The right side of his lip was bloody and he looked as if he had been drinking all afternoon and spoke like he had. He repeatedly told us all the languages he spoke which included: Tajik, Russian, German and Arabic. He also repeatedly said that while my skin is black my heart is white, meaning pure. According to him I will have two sons and one daughter in my lifetime.
The second family I stayed with lived in the village of Yamchun near the Bibi Fatima hot springs. They were a house full of very beautiful and kind women. The food they served was much better and had a lot less oil than the previous family. I left one of my favorite Body Shop perfumes with them. It’s called “Exotic.”
Two Tajik Twins from the village of Yamchun.
Seeds in the window at the Pamir Botanical Gardens. The seed room is one of the coolest parts of the entire gardens.
You can’t see them all here, but there are 13 trees planted for each of the Soviet Republics. In 1948 when they were planted there were only 13 republics.
Another favorite tree of mine in the botanical gardens.
My attempt at macro photography. I know, a far stretch.
This was one of the last pictures I stole in the gardens. The mountain views among many others were simply beautiful.
I asked this woman if I could take a picture with her as an attempt to keep her put for the Nat Geo guys who wanted to capture her with the child. She was happy to have her photo taken although I think the child was camera shy as she looked away. The woman later came to me speaking more and more Tajik than I could understand. I smiled and told her in my very best Tajik that I spoke only a little and did not understand.
This young man was the sidekick to our driver on the long ride back into Dushanbe. He was 18 years old and laughing here as he heads back up to the front of the vehicle. We stopped to wait on the second van that had gotten far behind us. We suspected they stopped to check out the men in blue suits searching for what appeared to be landmines.
Photo of the Aga Khan that was hanging in the driver’s window. Even after three weeks in Tajikistan, the Aga Khan and his workings still remain mysterious to me. It will take a good amount of time and extentsive research before I fully understand.
An old Tajik gentleman who hitched a short ride up the mountain to small village.
Me and the young Tajik kid sporting a huge blonde wig.
Read about the Pamirs in my Gadling Hidden Gems pieces:
Hidden Gems: Pamir Botanical Gardens
Hidden Gems: Tajikistan’s Pamirs and Wakhan Corridor
All photos taken by Adrienne C. Wilson unless pictured in them where they then taken by Teo, a Nat Geo dude, or a villager with decent camera skills. – 2006