Wind, sun, dust all around, thousands of mosquitoes busy trying to bite you and a couple of mud brick houses summarize the scene. How the hell did I get here? Simply by being stuck in Murghab, an even more lunar town. It’s actually one of the main places on the M41, the main road in Tajikistan toward the Kyrgyz border. Actually, I couldn’t find a car to cross the border to reach Kyrgyzstan and decided to take a look at the surroundings. A “quick" drive with a marshrutka (a Russian style shared taxi), followed by an invitation from a Muslim Kyrgyz to break the fast at his house and spend the night there, and I found myself in Rangkul! Nothing special except for the kindness of our hosts who made this little trip a good experience. I’m always moved to see how people open their doors so easily and share their daily life with you. Even their beautiful shaving routine.