#my beloved space tajik

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jedi oc Mohliko, as requested. a bit of facts under cut

her timeline is set before the prequel trilogy. she was born around 98BBY and brought to the temple on Coruscant. she dies right before the prequels start

while being a jedi knight, she also practices force healing

she is very prone to force visions. around 14yo she has a vision of the fall of the republic and jedi massacre during order 66 but the vision is too vague for her to figure out anything specific. all she knows is that something terrible is going to happen but she wont live long enough to witness it

coincidentally, she sees this vision on the exact day palpatine is born

because she was brought up in the temple around force sensitives that could always easily understand her emotions, she grew to be inexpensive and not very talkative

during early knighthood she owns an akk dog

a bit later (around 27yo) she spends several years on a solo mission on a distant planet where she studies an abandoned sith temple

while planetside she settles in a forest and becomes a legend between the locals who think she is either a witch or a spirit

her overall design and silhouette are heavily inspired by traditional dresses around south caucasus

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In search of food on the Pamir HighwayTwo Friends, Two Bikes, Across the Globe.

Blog 11In the end we spent 10 days waiting patiently for my spare parts to arrive by DHL, having given up on the local postal service. We did make good use of our time however, making Jam out of the fruit trees which shaded our tents and cruising the local markets and even bumping into a bear, shame it wasnt in Kazakhstan!!!.

Leaving the capital was a great relief and we felt fresh to head towards the famed Pamir highway. Personally i had a nightmare few days out of the city, punctures galore, losing my helmet and speedometer all in the space of a few days. The scenery though and anticipation of cycling in the shadows of the hindu Kush kept my spirits alive.    

Camping one night after receiving news that a crazy German who had cycled 9000km in 3 months was on our tail, we were just about to head into our tents when we saw a cyclist setting up his tent in the field opposite. I headed across to say hello greet our fellow cyclist. His named was Reynold and he had indeed cycled 9000km in 80 days, astonished of course we asked him what the rush was???

Turns out he had received his chinese visa in Germany and had to enter the country within 3 months. I think he was slightly shocked at our donkey pace of 10months to reach the same destination although our route had somehow managed to wound up almost 15,000km to that point.The next day we cycled together over the Khaburabot pass, which stood at 3252m and down to the town of Kalimum.

We arrived to take a late lunch at 4:30pm before camping about 15km along the Pyanj river which separates Afghanistan and Tajikistan. It was strange to look across at villages on the adjacent bank seemingly connected by the water but divided most defiantly by culture. Women in blue burkers walked through narrow alleyways of mud houses and whilst we enjoyed tarmac, be it 20 years old, Afghan motorbikes had to contend with nothing better than a single lane donkey track.    

Although we had been warned of terrible roads through this part of the country, we were presently surprised at its condition, as we cycled through deep gorges, which opened out into small oasis, where Tajik villager’s grew apricot orchards and other summer fruits with the help from fresh mountain springs which ran down from the high peaks. It was so spectacular and probably one of the best roads on our trip. Traffic was almost non-existent except for the occasional cycle tourer and foreign motorbike which we bumped into almost daily, leaving us to ride in perfect silence.  

Reynold our German friend left us after only one day of cycling on the way to Khorog, chosing himself to skip our routine of taking a siesta in the afternoon heat.

Khorog was a welcome break for a few days and apart from grabbing cash and registering with the police, we mainly sat around eating and meeting yet more cyclists, which happened to be mainly swiss.

Leaving khorog we headed around one of the most strategic valleys in the world, known as the Wakan Corridor. Used in the Great Game as a buffer between the USSR and the British Empire in India the narrow piece of land sometimes only 10km wide on the Afghan side, we were told was a must do from the many of the cyclists we met in Dushanbe and Khorog.

The first few days saw us head to the main town of the region Iskashim, where we thought we would pick up some fresh vegetables, except today was sunday and everything in the market was closed, so we left empty-handed. As the valley opened out from the narrow gorges of the previous week the mountains became higher. It always seemed hard to judge the 7000mt peaks from the 6000mt, we just guessed the more snow the higher it was.

After about 150km however the road turned into just a gravel track at best with a lot of soft sand, something no loaded cyclist wants. We ended up pushing our bikes through a few sections as our pace became slower. Just before arriving in Langar we were caught by a British guy named Robert whom we had previously met in Khorog and Dushanbe. He was travelling as well to India on his beloved motorbike and we arranged to meet at a home-stay for breakfast in town. The bike trailer can accommodate up to 2 babies, and the child seat is proposed to set up solely one. We sat down 20 mins later for a table of semolina, bread you could easily kill someone with and some home-made jam.

Saying our farewells Robert jumped on his BMW and sped up the hill towards the pamir highway, i thought if only it was that easy for us, instead we had a grueling 2 days climb upto 4200mt. Again it was slow going and the lack of food in langer and in fact the whole wakan region, ment we were down to eating the rest of our rock hard bread with some jam which we brought from the home-stay. By the time we eventually passed the Army check point and over the pass towards the second evening, i think we had both given everything we had, ive never been so tired personally in my life.