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Worth the Detour

Worth the Detour

Worth the Detour

Some journeys are measured in miles, others are measured in understanding.


The Aral Sea required a fourteen-hour day that began with sunrise and ended after sunset. Long before most people were awake, I left Khiva and headed north across the Uzbek desert toward Muynak. It would have been much easier to skip it. After all, there was no sea waiting for me and that was precisely why I wanted to go.


Muynak was once a thriving fishing port on one of the largest inland seas in the world. Today, the sea has retreated far beyond the town, leaving behind rusting fishing boats stranded on sand where water once stretched to the horizon.

I visited the small museum before walking through the ship cemetery. I stood where waves had once rolled ashore and tried to imagine fishermen returning home with their daily catch. It was difficult to reconcile what I knew with what I saw. An entire way of life had disappeared within a single lifetime.


As I stood there, I wasn’t thinking about the long drive. I was thinking about how different history feels when you stand where it happened. A book can explain what became of the Aral Sea. A documentary can show photographs of abandoned ships. But neither can recreate the silence, the scale, or the feeling of standing on what had once been the bottom of a sea.


That day reminded me why I have never traveled simply to collect destinations.

I travel to understand.

Over the years, I have driven for hours to places that most travelers pass by. I have crossed borders to visit places that rarely appear on postcards. I have climbed mountains, arrived days early, and taken roads that made little sense on an itinerary but perfect sense to my curiosity. Sometimes people have thought I was a little crazy, perhaps they were right. But I have never regretted taking the longer road.


Looking back, I realize I was never chasing famous places. I was chasing understanding.

Perhaps that is why I have always believed that if something truly moves us, teaches us, or fills us with wonder…

It is worth the detour, every single time.


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