The brutal sun beat down as the dust and the sand swirled through the air. I looked out over an arid desert from a rock strewn cliff top. Ahead was a harsh Uzbekistan
landscape where far into the distance stretched nothing but sand and coarse dry scrub for mile after mile. Below, glinting in the sunlight and sinking into the sands, were the last rusting of ships of the Aral Sea.
The town of Moynaq, once a bustling fishing port on the edge of the water, fast became abandoned when the waters of the Aral Sea disappeared.
