Khorog and the trip to it, some pictures ...

in the Antolov on our way to Khorog, finally

arrival at Khorog Airport, left Zaro, our program manager and on the right Rod, our new friend and co-volunteer from Calgary Canada.

first view of Khorog, a river runs though it..

a walk in the Park (Central Park)

this is the bridge we take every morning for our early commute, certainly no A1 , M25 or 405

first look at the local market (bazar)

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