Oct 11, 2011
Oct 31, 2011
The tour began the next day and I was supprised to find the Registan Square a mere 3 minute walk from my hotel room. I began my final frontic push to fill my backpack with as many souveneres as possible. The food and people of Samarkand were wonderful. Three times while walking, I was stopped by a younger person who would walk with me and practice their english.
Samarkand! After long drives down the dust roads called a temporary highway, mild food poisoning from poorly cooked but delicious shashlik, and the felling of being completely lost in translation, i had finally arrived at the city that inspired the trip to Uzbekistan. The first night there was filled with more rain, but the warm desert heat made it perfect for walking in. I headed towards a cafe suggested by my hotel receptionist. Due to the persistent rain, the power had gotten knocked out again, so I enjoyed my meal by candel light, reflecting on the previous weeks leading up to this moment and the few days remaining in the tour.