Travel Blogs from Ashgabat
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We wound up back at the Berk Cafe, too lazy to try to find somethiing else. Beer and kebabs our are staple there. Ben and the Gherkin were lunching. Dave and I chatted travel. He might be interested in China in two years' time 20 TM.
The Sisters were poolside so we went up to change. Just a short dip, the Beast coming by, pretending to be friendly with nobody else to talk to. Worked on the diary updating, fighting ...
... to head a bit south. After an ice cream and asking, the modern day Polos stumbled across the hotel. You will be pleased to know, fellow GAMEr Tom, there was no reformulation of our alpha male society. Diary time and a quick shower were in order before the afternoon touring. Chatted a bit with Remo, a Swiss chap who is going as far as Tbilisi, Georgia.
We went in a local modern bus, equipped with a/c. Rachel called it Oscar II. The Gherkin was on a microphone at ...
... Unfortunately JJ, the Beast and Dad were there. A beer and a lamb kebab sufficed 24 TM.
Our ability to find a cab--or flag down anybody--was a failure so we returned to the hotel. Reception said it would be cheaper to go out on the street and do so, also suggesting the cable car might not be open. Nobody was able to give us any definitive answer so Plan B was a quick dip in the pool.
Sleep the last two nights had been at such ...
... and beauty. Everything is so clean and shiny and big and marble! Ashgabat is so pretty!
There's a soldier/policeman/militsiya on every street corner, but they generally tend to hang around boredly and don't bother us. Just once in a while we get a "no photo!". It's really hard to avoid having some government building in your frame!
Baby Turkmenbashi and the Bull
We soon stumble upon the good stuff: the massive earthquake ...
... a flight out given the visa requirements of neighbouring countries.