A Kazakh Quarry

Being brought up in England, in particular London, the concept that you just pull off a road and drive in any direction you want, across anything you want (farmer’s fields exempted of course), towards anything you want, is quite alien. To be able to do this without hesitation or fear of repercussion is liberating. And…

Kazakhstan – The journey really begins.

Our transit into Kazakhstan marked what for me was really the beginning of the journey I’d been hoping for. Gone were the rules and regulations of the EU, the ominous pressure of hassle from the authorities in Russia, and in large parts, the tarmac. Finally, we were unleashed upon the lesser travelled world