Nick and I continued down river, following the border. We're heading to Dushanbe, the Tajik capital, but we had to weave our way through preparations for a Presidential visit. All weekend, the work has been frantic, tiding streets and gardens, ( the gardens and parks in Khorug are the tiniest I've ever seen in Central Asia), putting up patriotic banners and signage, and hundreds of Tajik flags. Of course, no one actually knows when the President is coming, only that he is, so marching girls, bands, soldiers and police having been waiting on the streets for the last couple of days, ready to perform as his zooms past in his black Mercedes with heavily tinted windows....I kid you not....they've been waiting, on the streets, for three days.
The scenery today has been very awesome. I keep telling Nick......"just like Queenstown, just like Eglinton Valley (Milford Sound Road)", because he's one of these Aussie that's never been to NZ, even though his girlfriend is working in Queenstown. Maybe, I'll eventually convince him to come and see for himself.
We've traveled in tandem with a white, Dutch campervan. Really nice to have company, and tonight we've camped and eaten together. As I've said, the Pamir is just like a big family gathering, meeting lots of really nice people.