An abridged version of this a post first appeared on Atlas Obscura I first visited Herat in the summer of 1972, after taking four locals buses from Mashhad, Iran to the Afghan border at Islam Qala, and one more minibus into the city. I had just spent nearly two weeks traveling overland from Europe through the intense desert heat. The dry, earthy smell I always associated with Afghanistan – dried human… Read More
Summer in Samarkand and it was over 40 degrees everyday. I was staying at a little garden guest house on a back street near Tamerlane’s Tomb, and couldn’t resist taking this shot when walking home from dinner. I used a mini- tripod for the long exposure. For comparison, here is the tomb from the same angle, but in daylight.