TRAVEL WITH TAJIK AIR || DUSHANBE TO DELHI || 2 hrs journey
Tajik Air, also known as Tajikistan Airlines, is the national airline carrier of Tajikistan. Tajik Air serves 19 destinations, including Delhi, Almaty, Bishkek, Urumqi, Sharjah, Tehran, Istanbul, Munich, Ekaterinburg, Moscow Novosibirsk and Samara. Tajik Air has a code share agreement with air Baltic. ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Dushanbe to Delhi flight every Tuesday 10:30 am Delhi to Dushanbe flight every Tuesday 03:00 pm
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Kurganteppa Tower, or Qurghonteppa (Qþrghonteppa) Kala
Qurghonteppa is the 3rd largest city in Tajikistan, and located 100 kilometers (62 mi) south of Dushanbe and 150 kilometers (93 mi) north of Kunduz, Afghanistan. This city is a central location for the western regions of Khatlon Province and is around one or two hours away from Dushanbe.
Day 6. July 20th. День шестой. 20 июля 2017 Pamir Tadjikistan
Day 6. July 20th
The weather is good and it has been this way since early in the morning. I take off at 10:30. I have to get to the 5000 m ridge, and there are two ways to do so — I can go either east-south-east or just south. The east-south-eastern gorge is still in the shadow. I go along the southern one tack and tack, jumping from one sun lit spot to another.
The lifts aren't well defined yet. I feel spaced out today: there is a slope, there is a cloud, there should also be a lift, but I cant find it. When I finally seem to capture it, I lose it right away. I feel like a newbie. I spend 2?5 hours trying to make it it to the passover.
The weather is getting better and the lifts are getting stronger, just as predicted. There are barely any clouds left. The base is now at 6000 m. It’s really cold up there, I’m freezing despite having put on every single piece of cold-weather clothing I have. The altitude sickness doesn't loom large, but I take my pre-mixed medicine cocktail anyway.
By 3 pm I’ve made bout 90 km and crossed another two high ridges. I’m now over the Rushan valley. The next way point is about 30 km away now, it’s just over another high ridge. Okay, no risk taking this time — I still have to find a landing spot, so I’m descending. I have noticed that the valley breeze is getting stronger by 4 to 5 pm, which makes the landing more dangerous.
One of the potential landing spots for tonight is just nearby. It’s a spur with a convenient flat top. I’m trying to land for 40 minutes, to no avail. I’m either being lifted or sucked up in a rough rotor. I haven’t prepared any other landing options and I don’t see any more suitable spots now. Moreover, I’m feeling tired. I’m going to have to land in the valley — at least there’s a kishlak (a village) right beneath me. I’m getting ready for a tough landing cause the wind seems really strong. But it turns out alright in the end: the sideways ridglets weaken the wind.
Kishlak’s called Bartang. It sits at the altitude of 2200 m. It’s over 35C (95F) down here, and I’ve already grown unaccustomed to it. The kids are running towards me to greet me. The grown ups are catching up at a leisurely pace. They’re treating me to apricots. Many children speak Russian really well, which is no surprise as they spend the school year in Russia and only come back home for the holidays. The grown-ups are so fluent. An old man offers his place for me to spend the night. His is a stone-and-mud hut with a dirt floor and a lounger that takes up half of the space.
Within an hour after landing I start feeling very weak and very sleepy. It’s either altitude sickness or hunger — I have eaten only 4 dates, 10 g of choc and drunk a liter of water today. The locals let me rest for a couple hours and by the nightfall I feel better. I clean up and wash some of my clothes. I have discovered to my greatest dismay that my camera is broken — which means not only the inability to take pictures but also extra 2,5 kg (5,5 lbs) of dead load. I feel annoyed.
The neighbours have come up to have a chit chat. They invite me a go for a walk around the kishlak. They haven't seen any tourists from Russia in a long while, so they are really keen on talking to me. One of the locals is a young guy who lives in Moscow and does interior design. It’s really fascinating to stumble upon a neighbour in the middle of nowhere — that never happened in my previous journeys.
There’s not a single mule in the kishlak to help me out with the road up to the take off. There are no trourists, hence no jobs neither for the people nor for the animals. Good thing people here don’t mind earning a penny and help me out even without the mules — 250 somoni (about $35) and my backpack is being carried up the ridge for me. Alas, no dinner parties given in my honor — I’m treated to just some shurpa, pasta and a milk-based condiment which tastes like something in between butter and sourcream.
Спать уложили на открытом воздухе, на кровать с чистым бельем: тепло, свежий воздух и ни одного комара! От такого кайфа уснул, только коснувшись подушки.
The old man make me a bed outside, with laundered linen. It’s warm, there’s fresh air and not a single mosquito around! It feels so good I fall asleep right away.