Warning: this post is not for the eyes of parents, grandparents or teetotalers.
In the constant battle against my raging appetite, the mighty kebab in all its forms has long played an integral part in keeping this particular man’s adventure moving forward.
Uzbekistan reminded me in many ways of my home country Zimbabwe, a land of incomprehensible procedures, corrupt police and worthless money.
Frequent fuel shortages make filling the tank a real challenge in Uzbekistan. Black market petrol traders almost destroyed our beloved car.