26/05/2026
We got told to turn back before we even got there.
Fog so thick you couldn't see the car in front of you. The road to Charyn Canyon was already a commitment and apparently driving blind through a mountain pass in December was not the move. Fair enough.
So we turned around. I was annoyed. Not going to pretend otherwise.
Came back the next morning. Clear sky. No fog. Just this.
Standing there I realised how small I actually am. Not in a bad way. More like a reset. Like God just quietly put things back in proportion without making a big deal about it.
Some places do that. They don't need to try hard. They just exist and you figure the rest out.
Worth every frustrated minute of the day before.
Charyn Canyon, Kazakhstan. December 2025.