
How to cross the Shir Khan border from Tajikistan to Afghanistan
Here’s what you need to know to travel by road from Tajikistan (Panji Poyon) to Afghanistan (Shir Khan Bandar).
Capital: Kabul | Language: Dari, Pashto | Currency: Afghani | Religion: Islam | Population: 40 million
Afghanistan as a realistic destination hadn’t even crossed our minds back home, but suddenly there it was, between us and Pakistan.
Here’s what you need to know to travel by road from Tajikistan (Panji Poyon) to Afghanistan (Shir Khan Bandar).
Here’s what you need to know to travel by road from Afghanistan to Pakistan, across the Torkham border.
This is a guide to inspire and help you plan an independent trip in Central Asia. It follows our route with information about border crossings, trains, and things to do along the way.
We’ve been to Pakistan before. It felt familiar and comfortable. But I was too quick to let my guard down. Literally. The immigration officer reappeared and informed us that it wasn’t safe for us to travel alone to Peshawar. As foreigners we wouldn’t be allowed to spend the night there, either. And so we found ourselves in the back of another taxi, this time riding through Khyber Pass with an armed guard in the front seat.
So this was it. We drove slowly through the greyness over the Friendship bridge between Tajikistan and Afghanistan. There was no time to question the wisdom of our decision. I couldn’t think about it anyway, what with ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus’ still stuck in my head.
Here’s what you need to know to travel by road from Tajikistan (Panji Poyon) to Afghanistan (Shir Khan Bandar).
Here’s what you need to know to travel by road from Afghanistan to Pakistan, across the Torkham border.
This is a guide to inspire and help you plan an independent trip in Central Asia. It follows our route with information about border crossings, trains, and things to do along the way.
We’ve been to Pakistan before. It felt familiar and comfortable. But I was too quick to let my guard down. Literally. The immigration officer reappeared and informed us that it wasn’t safe for us to travel alone to Peshawar. As foreigners we wouldn’t be allowed to spend the night there, either. And so we found ourselves in the back of another taxi, this time riding through Khyber Pass with an armed guard in the front seat.
So this was it. We drove slowly through the greyness over the Friendship bridge between Tajikistan and Afghanistan. There was no time to question the wisdom of our decision. I couldn’t think about it anyway, what with ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus’ still stuck in my head.