Our journey began in the bustling market streets of Samarkand, where spices, silks, and smiles traded hands just as they had centuries ago.
Traveling eastward, we passed caravanserais—once resting places for weary merchants. Their ruins told stories of distant lands, camel bells, and the promise of trade.
In Bukhara, we were captivated by ancient architecture: turquoise domes, intricate tilework, and the call of minarets that pierced the skies.
Our guide shared legends of merchants and monks, and we tried our hand at crafting traditional pottery in a village that seemed untouched by time.
The final leg of our caravan trail led us to Khiva, where city walls glowed orange under the setting sun. It felt like walking into a living museum of the Silk Road.
