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The September 2024 loop out of Almaty, one flat tire in: Charyn from the rim, the striped mountains of Altyn-Emel, a dune that sings a note you feel in the sternum. Also a drained reservoir you can walk like a seabed, an empty pool with a white ladder in the steppe, and two tanks northbound on a low-loader. Navigation by paper map and a barakholka laptop that boots like a tractor.

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2024

Me leaning on the cowling of a small white plane, snowcapped mountains behind.
 

The Little Airfield

· Last evening of the loop at a small airfield: one white Cessna, golden haze on the range, and the pull of doors that lead up.

Through the Lada windshield: map on the dash, a truck ahead carrying two tanks.
 

Two Tanks, Northbound

· Steppe traffic: a low-loader with two armored vehicles, a long patient overtake, and history sharing the road again.

Me barefoot on a sand dune crest, boots beside me, river and mountains beyond.
 

The Dune That Sings

· The Singing Dune at Altyn-Emel: barefoot on the crest, a note you feel in the sternum, and sand as an instrument.

Me laughing on the rim of an empty blue pool in the steppe, t-shirt half up.
 

The Pool With No Water

· An empty basin in the steppe, a white ladder, and the high board ceremony performed entirely without water.

Me, hands on hips, on a clay ridge before the banded Aktau mountains.
 

The Striped Mountains

· Aktau in Altyn-Emel: geology wearing its entire wardrobe at once, and a person for scale who forgot to be small.

Me at a guesthouse table with paper maps and a laptop on navigation.
 

Ready to Navigate

· Guesthouse night: paper maps, a barakholka survey laptop that boots like a tractor, and route-making as evening prayer.

Me watching horses on golden steppe under dark storm clouds and rain.
 

Horses Before the Storm

· Golden grass, five unbothered horses, rain curtains on the range, and the ten minutes before weather becomes news.

Me on the gravel rim looking down into Charyn Canyon's red rock towers.
 

Charyn, Looking Down

· The canyon from the rim: red towers, patient geometry, and the vertigo you keep instead of curing.

Me, small on grey gravel of a drawn-down reservoir, walking toward turquoise water.
 

The Shore That Left

· A reservoir drawn down to gravel: walking a seabed that was water in spring, toward the strip that remains.

Me by the red Niva at an Almaty tire workshop, one tire very flat.
 

Vulkanizatsiya

· Day one of the Kazakh loop: a flat tire in Almaty, a courtyard workshop, and the fastest sixty minutes of applied hospitality.

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