My enemies poisoned me... I’m unsure whether my enemies are the owners of a small restaurant in Bukhara or water quality inspectors in Uzbekistan. Still, they are out there, and I am here, begrudgingly typing from a hotel bed in Samarkand. E. coli 1, Diyora 0.
Apologies for missing last week’s newsletter; as you can gather from the introduction to this email, I’ve been seriously ill.
No one wants to spend their holiday being sick for seven days straight, but that’s been my reality. While my friends and partner explore the wonders of the Silk Road, I’ve been tuning into Russia’s finest propaganda channels streaming directly into the hotel TV – that and spewing my guts out.
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