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Some History Lessons
... for use with the police. We had run out of copies and we had to ask him if he could kindly put his copier to use for our benefit? He nodded and with a straight face said "That would be another hundred and sixty dollars" and seemed satisfied at our reaction to this touch of humour.
Since we no longer planned to cross into Turkmenistan and had to get back to Tashkent (after our Silk Road trip) for our eventual air connection to Baku, we had two options ...
Trains Plains and Stomach Pains
... for a visa you MUST apply in your own country. What a bugger, even if we had known this we could not have cycled our chosen route as a visa applied for prior to our departure would have expired by the time we had got to Kazakhstan. Sensationalist western media hardly makes Pakistan the number one tourist destination in most peoples eyes despite beautiful areas such as the Hunza valley being safe for western travellers. It is hard to understand why their own government ...
Tashkent, round 2
... I know, but that's how it was. So everything after that was better by comparison. I had a farewell dinner with the remains of the intrepid groups I'd been travelling with, and said goodbye to some lovely friends. I feel very fortunate to have met such a good bunch! Yesterday I went out to the History Museum of the People of Uzbekistan, which was fairly uninteresting but had an interesting collection of artifacts and somewhat endearing exhibits meant to ...
Uzbekistan in Microcosm!!
... spoke a little English and who I presumed by all the fancy embroidery on his lapels was the senior officer, saw the funny side of this and laughing let us get on our way.
After an hour or so of looking at the sights in the centre of Tashkent we went to a bar called 'The Irish Pub' which didn't sell Guinness!!
The following morning we drove a short distance to the Uzbek border with Kazakhstan which was to be our next country for 4 days.
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Third Stan in a Row
... times nobody was there to see what might be lurking in our bags.
Outside we plopped down to wait for the whole group to make it through the process. We were not welcome to sit by the door so we moved bags and all to the shade of a tree only to be moved again away from the border area into the little town. A friendly merchant let us make a heap ...