Contrary to what everyone I know in America seems to think, long-term independent travel is not just some big happy vacation. Crossing from Uzbekistan to Tajikistan was one of the most-hassle filled two days of my life, and by the time I got to Khojand I was feeling downright lazy.
I spent about an hour, total, doing something properly touristy. Even then, I gave up about halfway to my ‘destination’ and just kind of walked along the river for a while instead.
After that, it was back into town for some shopping.
Which, honestly, was the best thing I could have chosen.
I met some wonderful people. Even got invited to a wedding (that I ended up not making).
Wandered around for a bit surrounded by chaos.
Had a really interesting conversation about Khojand’s role in the civil war and the state of private enterprise since then.
And, of course, stocked up on delicious snacks.
Some days, really, are just about walking around and observing the world for a bit.
They can’t all be Everest, after all.
Mostly, though, I spent a couple of days in Khojand eating delicious food and reading my then-still-functional Kindle. And you know what? It was perfect, almost like a travel vacation.