Mangystau

Kazakhstan

October 17, 2018

My driver Vladimir must have a GPS embedded in his skull. 

We drive across the desert floor. 

No road signs.

No markers assist us along the multitude of dirt tracks that veer off in all directions.

Yet we find our way through the mountains and to Vladimir’s “secret locations.”

I have no idea where we are. 

Vlad’s secrets are safe with me.

I’ll share the scenes, the outcrops and the colors.

But not the coordinates.