Bring me two quarts of Valvoline. No…make that Quaker State.
Langar is the northeasternmostish major town along Tajikistan’s Wakhan Corridor border with Afghanistan. Looking across the river you can see where the corridor gives up on sharing real estate with Tajikistan and shyly curls south, fully into Afghanistan.
Here in Langar, you can chill out at a pleasant altitude—high enough for some cool breeze, low enough to grow vegetables and beer. And perhaps this has something to do with the ancient petroglyphs on the rockface above the town. They’re pretty minimalist and receive few points for creativity. You can get right up next to them and, quite clearly, carve your own on top of the old ones. How nice.
I have to wonder about the authenticity of the prehistoric oil can and antelope in the photo at top. Nobody likes a squeaky ibex. At least that’s what I hope is going on in this petroglyph. It could also be some kind of prehistoric livestock enema.