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November 16, 2016
Motorcycle travel Tajikistan

A ride along Tajikistan’s Pamir Highway features a dramatic landscape of deep valleys, snow-capped peaks and blustery mountain passes

Story and Photos by Antonia Bolingbroke-Kent

“The Pamir Highway destroys everything,” said Farik with a laugh, as he gaffer-taped my number plate back on. The pannier rack had cracked a few hours earlier, my electrics had failed and Marley had already had two blowouts. At this rate, we’d have no bikes left by the end of the trip.

Tajikistan travelA few days previously, we’d left Dushanbe, the capital of Tajikistan, for a two-week exploration ride along the Pamir Highway, one of the wildest and most scenic roads on the planet. So named because it cuts through the High Pamirs – the fourth highest yet least explored mountain range on earth – the Highway is legendary for its thrilling riding and formidable scenery. It promised adventure, dusty tracks over distant mountains and the chance to be as close to the edge of the map as it’s possible to be these days.

Shaky Start

kidsThe start, however, wasn’t quite so glorious. Jet-lagged and jangling with nerves, I shakily steered and stalled my rented Galaxy 250 through the Dushanbe traffic, my toes straining to reach the ground. But we were soon riding east in the shimmering heat, grinning with relief at Farik, our guide, and Anton, our mechanic; the capital’s blacked-out Land Cruisers replaced by trotting donkey carts; lurching Soviet-era trucks; and fields of toiling figures bringing in the melon harvest. Oddly, for an Asian country, there wasn’t a single other motorbike.

That night, when a blowout and a violent thunderstorm left us stranded in a small village, we were taken in by a local family, three generations who live under one tiny roof. Pamiris are among the poorest people in the world, neglected by their government and largely dependent on aid, but here, the guest is king. Nina, the wizened matriarch, fussed around us, laying on an impromptu feast of non (bread, potatoes, eggs and salad), intermittently holding my hand and calling me her daughter, while around us green-eyed children and gold-toothed adults excitedly watched our every move.

When it came to bedtime, the three boys slept outside on a raised platform, while I was bustled into the master bedroom to sleep with a young couple, their baby and a dummy-sucking toddler. What an unexpected end to our first day on the road.

Visceral Beauty

travel article The following few days took us through an ever more dramatic landscape of deep valleys, snow-capped peaks and blustery mountain passes. By now, the M41, as the highway is officially known, had deteriorated to a gravelly track and we were up on the pegs, bumping over stones and weaving around potholes. At times, the road would twist through Tolkienesque gorges of immense depth, great fortresses of rock rearing above and churning rivers below. At other times, it would sling us through wide, lunar valleys where silvery peaks framed the horizon and Chinese trucks lumbered through the sand, enveloping us in dust as they passed. It was a savage, visceral beauty, the likes of which I’d never experienced before.

After the town of Qal’ai Khumb, the road met the Afghan border and we followed it, separated only by the rushing turquoise waters of the Panj River, for the ensuing four days. On occasion, the Panj meanders widely and slowly, but at others times, the gulley is so narrow, I could literally throw a stone into Afghanistan. There was a certain…

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  1. Familiar scenery. This part of the world should be on all adventure riders’ bucket list.

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