Text and photos by Chuck Giles
Vol. 12. No. 9
It’s 2 a.m. My Soviet-style hotel room has no air conditioning and teams of cockroaches are engaged in footraces by my bed. I’m in Turkembashi, Turkmenistan with a group of 44 sanity-challenged cyclists on our way to Beijing.
We began our adventure three weeks before in Istanbul, the jumping-off point for an epic journey along the ancient Silk Road.
