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First stop in Uzbekistan
... our hands.
Through the X-ray we then waited around in the sweltering heat for the one guy to enter everyone’s details into the computer...that’s efficiency for you. What must it be like on a normal day when there must be hundreds of people trying to cross at one-time. Despite the extra expense for transport I was actually pretty glad it was a public holiday. About 30 minutes later we were able to pull back on the packs and head out the gate.
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What a difference!
... Still plenty of light in the day we jumped on the road south to Samarkand.
Initial impressions of Uzbekistan are great. Police whilst still as common as Kazakhstan have no interest in us. The countryside is definitely more interesting and people are without doubt friendlier.
Samarkand at 9pm; with the last few rays of light, a brilliant hotel found, an Uzbek beer and feed of sashlik....all is good.
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Samarkand: Mythic and Majestic
... a fresh-in-love couple that have met while traveling and that decided to keep on traveling together – it reminds us of our own story :) (we will meet later in Kyrgyzstan and travel together for a while)…
So in this part of the world, when travelers meet, what do they actually talk about? Except about their travels, the way they do it, how long they have been on the road, previous places visited and next destinations…
Well, we talk about VISAS. ...
The Golden Road to Samarkand
... be fine if the level of tourist traps was associated with a commensurate improvement in dining options and modernization (like internet for example). But no. Bukhara is quieter, less touristy with better infrastructure and (marginally) better food - but none is going to visit Uzbekistan as a gastronomic destination. And the sights in Bukhara (and Khiva for that matter) have sights that are almost as majestic - and the cities are ...
Soaking up Samarkand
... of sun. Suddenly our chatter stopped mid-sentence, and we looked up, dumbfounded. Quietly, we continued circling across the front of the square, and watched as the warm orange glow lay softly on the polished tilework, their huge brick frames moving in parallax in an opposite arc.
Skirting behind the Registan, we were approached by two teenage boys, who engaged us in conversation. They were smartly dressed and were looking to practice their English. In exchange, ...