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Timur Land
... we had almost completed yet another circle with us being barely 60 km from Penjikent (now fast receding in our memories) where we had been just a few weeks ago. Due to the border closure only crows can fly between the two cities. The driver of city bus No. 99 who indicated that the Registan was just a chut chut (little, in Russian) walk from where he would drop us, also served as impromptu guide as he pointed out the turquoise (what else?) domes of Shah-i-Zinda Mausoleum ...
First stop in Uzbekistan
... in the Lonely Planet), a small place, very popular with the locals called Sagarb. It had a lovely shady garden, icy cold draft beer and made great beef in creamy mushroom sauce with mashed potatoes...a welcome change from shiskebabs and the rest of the usual Central Asian fare. The guys spoke English and the service was great.
The second was just down the road from Jahongir B & B towards the Registan. A small Chaikana run by Roshan and his family. Roshan was a crazy ...
Samarkand, Samarkand, Samarkand!
... and some built before and after his reign.
As far as people go, the city was empty as can be! There were so few people I thought I was in a town somewhere in northern Canada! The few people who do remain in this city are mainly Tajiks, who are Persian speakers, as opposed to the majority Uzbeks in the rest of the country. The main sights in this city are the Registan, a complex with three main medressas; Timur's mausoleum; the Bibi Khanym ...
Samarkand
... a tent, There are also 3 students of Urban-planning from Versai/Paris, they made a project in Tashkent. Another team is in Hebron! The Uzbeks destroy their old cities(so tourist will not see the ugly quarters), plant lo of gardens - but the cities loose their life, the cities are empty, so they discuss what should be done.
I went o the registan - such a pearl of mosaic, but everybody deals with shopping - nice Suzanas! The Madrasses has ...
Soaking up Samarkand
... us that there were no tickets remaining on the train. Seeing us so annoyed and dispirited, our new friend offered to take us back to his café for a drink.
Happily accepting his offer, he took us through town to Lucky Smile, his two year-old, rather chic café. Plying us with pide, soup and English tea with milk, he quickly returned some cheer to our faces as he empathised with us about the quirks of the Uzbek transport system. Thanking him profusely, we headed ...