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... of the locale, as a male pair of our group danced with two fellow Turkmen (as opposed to Turkwomen), on the outdoor hotel bar's otherwise empty dancefloor, to the cheesiest of Western dance music; the sprightlier youths of our group possessed the ingenuity to find a nightclub until 02:30 (did I mention the national 23:00 curfew?); we old dull marrieds were spared the adventure (and the consequent exorbitant cost).
Thurs 11th: My compliments to ...
... samosas and grilled aubergines. Not sure one would come to Uzbekistan for its cuisine either!
*Khiva is buzzing in the late afternoon sun as the locals prepare the old town for the annual 'Melon Festival'. Stalls are being set up and melons & pumpkins of all sizes & types are being displayed. We are told VIPs ( competition judges ) are due to arrive at 6 p.m. Each major melon/ pumpkin growing area is represented and they take ...
Friday 8th August 2014
*We breakfast from provisions in our truck, not our hotel. Today there is no need for the 'Iran Kit' SG wears a skirt for the first time in 2 weeks and abandons her headscarf. For an hour or so it feels somewhat odd.
*We meet Rustam our guide for the next two days until we enter Uzbekistan. He's a nice guy with reasonable English. His origins are half Farsi and half Russian. Russian is his mother tongue. We ...
Thursday, August 7 2014
*Today is border day. Although the drive from Mashhad to Ashgabat is only 200 or so km, we want to leave early. You just never know how long border crossings will take.
*We load the car prior to our 7 a.m. breakfast. The shops outside the hotel are already open. You can buy jewellery, clothes, whatever, at this early hour. The pilgrims to Holy Mashhad not only pray a lot but apparently shop til they drop too.
... we all headed for the border we would meet there in the morning. As night crawled by we stopped in a small town for food and sought out the first restaurant we saw, and attempted to interpret the all Farsi menu.By this point we were all exhausted and hungry and knew we had a long way still to go. Our sanity was clearly at breaking point as the other customers were treated to the sight of four British guys who, in between helpless laughter, were pointing at various items ...