Kyrgyzstan

 My intended cross country route is apparently undergoing an upgrade with the diversion following a poor dirt track for many miles so I reviewed my options and decided to head up in to the mountains beyond Jala Abad and to Arslanbob in particular as it lies at around 5,000' and would be cooler. Leaving the main Bishkek road at Bazar Korgon I followed a valley climbing steadily and at times being completely surrounded by huge flocks of sheep or herds of horses which were being moved up the valley for the summer grazing season. 

As at that point the tarmac had disappeared it was a noisy, chaotic and exhilarating dust storm created by the thousands of hooves with children as young as ten or eleven showing incredible horsemanship as they assisted the adults to keep things moving. Local drivers barged through in both directions to add to the fun but I stopped in a village to fill my tank from a stand pipe using the 10l bottles which saw livestock dispersing in to a couple of fields with water troughs. Up at Arslanbob which is a major centre for the autumn walnut harvest I found the 'Soviet' campground on the edge of the village which provided a perfect place to have a short break. A few families were occupying yurts and cooking and eating in a communal room and the guardian pointed me towards a well shaded spot under a huge walnut tree in knee high grass. He came over with a scythe and cleared an area for me and as there was a fast flowing and crystal clear stream nearby I set to to wash 3 weeks worth of laundry and the bedding before stringing a line across to the tree to get it all dry by the evening. There was a long plastic slide nearby for people to descend on rubber tyres which provided great amusement whilst also being rather too noisy for me but by late afternoon most people had settled down to eat and I had a very quiet and comfortable night. There is an 18km walk up to some waterfalls through the walnut forests but I am trying to give my knee a rest so contented myself with a walk in to the village noticing how beautifully turned out the schoolchildren were. 

It must be very hard for the mums to produce white aprons and shirts in such dusty conditions. In the village I bought a mesh gilet as when out and about I need numerous pockets but my other gilet is a bit warm for this time of year and then enjoyed a delicious plov with chay in a small cafe. Back at the site I finished one of my BorrowBox books and planned my revised onwards route.

On departure the following morning I filled up again and paid £4 a night which seemed very reasonable and returned to the main road passing the livestock moving against me once more. At Tas Komur I turned NW off the main road heading for the Sari Chelek National Park some 50 miles away in the western reaches of the enormous Tian Shen Range. The last village of any size at Carba had a few shops so I stocked up and then followed a side valley to Arkit and the NP boundary. At an initial security gate they took my and the van details and checked that I didn't have a dog, gun or fishing tackle.... At another barrier a few miles further on admission for two nights was 1100 som (about a tenner) and the woman confirmed that camping up at the end point was fine. A 12 mile dirt track snaked up in to some stunning mountains and eventually reached a large parking area overlooking beautiful Sari Chelek Lake. It was an understandably popular spot so quite busy as walks and horse treks start from there for those who want more than a picnic and a selfie. I spotted a Belgian plated LWB Iveco parked up and we both moved on to a flatter spot with some shade as day visitors left. Whilst chatting to Hinda and Kris we spotted a Toyota LandCruiser with a demountable pod sporting Australian number plates arriving. This was Paul and Robyn from NSW who had shipped their vehicle to Vladivostok, travelled through Russia to get here and are heading to Europe eventually to visit family in the UK.

It was a real change to be able to chat as a group as Kris and Hinda (both qualified doctors) had excellent English so we were able to swop tips, trips and experiences. After a quiet night we all set off for the standard six lakes walk with the younger couple adding in a tough climb to a more distant lake via an additional 500m high ridge. We were content with the 12k walk that took us past a cluster of stunning lakes, one of which provided a shaded lunch spot, before we returned to base. A few people on horseback seemed at risk of being pitched down the steep slopes as their mounts tackled the steep uneven trail, I for one would have dismounted, and we had a chat with a few other visitors as it is a popular destination for folk from the capital Bishkek and many had some basic English. Back at the car park the ranger seemed to think we should pay around a fiver a night to stay but as we had all paid to come in and an additional fee hadn't been mentioned we politely declined. To be honest if it had been a more formal arrangement we would have happily paid and either way I felt that from our immensely privileged positions it wasn't a fortune even if it had gone in to his back pocket.

One group enjoying a picnic under the trees produced a speaker and danced around for a while and encouraged us to join them and later a young Kyrgyz lad came over for a chat and again the dilemma arose as he asked me how he could come to England to work as he had heard he could earn 5 times the local salary of about £400/month. He was studying architecture and marketing and had a reasonable command of English so I pointed him to the www.gov.uk website as a source of information but also explained that the cost of living was so much higher. He was a lovely guy and so grateful but an approaching storm had encouraged his family to head down the hill leaving we three vehicles to enjoy a cool quiet night as after the thunder and lightning came the rain. Just after retiring to bed early around 9 there was a knock on the window as the ranger had come round to persuade us all to cough up but as I appeared (top) half naked he stumbled off muttering.

So today I returned to the main Bishkek road and followed it north through Kara Kol village passing through the dramatic gorge of the Narin river and have now pulled up on the shore of Toktogul reservoir which is gorgeous and cool. A few locals have been taking a dip in the still water surrounded by mountains that rise to over 4,000m. Kris and Hinda have also turned up so I'm off to see what their plans are as I still fancy a cross country route over to Song Kol and travelling en convoi would be sensible.

I have 3 more weeks in Kyrgyzstan and will then explore the eastern most parts of Kazakhstan beyond Almaty before turning for home in mid July.

A few extra pics  HERE

Osh and up in to the Pamirs

My night in Fergana was fine but traffic on the adjacent road was busy and began early and as I had already enjoyed the town's main attractions I decided to move on the few miles up to the border for an early start on the Thursday morning. A couple of P4Ns near the border didn't appeal but eventually I found a spot on a track running alongside an irrigation canal which was just the job. A few villagers passed by and were as always fascinated - the language barrier can be mostly overcome by pointing and gesticulating. Cloud had built up in the late afternoon and at dusk I could see lightning away to the west and before long the storm's arrival was heralded by a vicious gusty wind. Then for an hour or so things got exciting with tremendous lightning directly overhead, torrential rain and the wind somewhat rocking the boat. Things quietened down by late evening and the following morning dawned bright and sunny.

Up at the border leaving Uzbekistan was straightforward enough with no fines this time and again no requirement to produce any registration details regarding where I had stayed. A short section of Nomansland put me at the Kyrgyzstan control point where the first step after a cursory vehicle check was to get my passport stamped. Then I was pointed to the Customs booth where you had to scan a QCode displayed on the wall. This led you to the online Vehicle Import Pre Registration form, fortunately written in English. I filled in all the details from my V5(C) and uploaded a photo of the front of the van. Strangely the list of countries for both where the van was registered and where I live (Wales) did not include any reference to the UK, GB, Wales or anywhere else useful so in both instances I just ticked 'Various' which in due course seemed acceptable, I guess they see very few UK vehicles but the list had included many other unlikely countries such as Iceland and Indonesia..... The form then generated a number to show the Customs official and he then began the import process but struggled a bit with my details. A colleague assisted and in due course the van was imported for 12 months, I only get one! 

I produced my documents to the Customs Inspector who had a quick look round and in less than two hours all told I was waved in to Kyrgyzstan. The usual lines of currency booths and SIM vendors were strung out along the busy street and taxis were waiting as most people do not bring vehicles across but it was I guessed quieter than normal due to Eid. I tested the water in one booth with $50 dollars and got the correct amount of Kyrgyzstani Som at roughly 120 to the pound : the clerk had good English as he had worked in Chicago for a couple of years. I also changed the remaining Uzbeki som and unused Tajik currency as I am not heading to either country and then sought out insurance from another booth where the young lad also had good English as he had worked in Ipswich a few years ago. A month's insurance was £15 and a month long SIM £3 with unlimited data and tethering - the lass had to link the SIM with my passport and a photo of me which seems to be the norm over here and there I was booted and suited and ready to go.

Osh is literally down the road so after filling up with diesel at about 79p/litre I found a P4N recommendation by the football stadium but there was no shade so I looked at other options. Right alongside Mapy.com indicated a camping area which actually turned out to be the garden of a new hotel. I asked at reception if I could just park up in the shaded carpark and they said that was fine - a fiver covered it, £9 would have included breakfast and a shower..... The nearby park was cool and shady and formed part of a linear walk through the city to see most of its sights starting with the Russian Orthodox Church of St Michael whose shining onion domes were on the floor due to ongoing renovations. Behind the church where some moving monuments to those lost in WW2 and the 4,000 Kyrgiz lives lost dealing with Chernobyl.

I noticed a lot of police and security men congregating in the area and down at Lenin Square a stage and display screens were being erected. It was lunchtime so a very good restaurant did an excellent beef and wild mushroom dish which set me up for the remainder of the itinerary which included some very impressive sculptures outside the theatre, some mosaics, various mosques and finally a long walk up the rocky outcrop of Sulaman Too which has a long history of settlement and occupation. This was documented in the quirky cave museum which led through to a viewing platform overlooking the city. With a cool breeze the final high level path reached another vantage point after which far too many steps took me down to the streets and along to the van. After a rest and phone charge I walked back to Lenin Square where some sort of awards ceremony was underway followed by a solo artist clearly very popular with the good natured crowd. Yet again here, as elsewhere in the Stans, people all seem to be friendly and respectful to each other with a noticeable absence of bad behaviour, ill temper or selfishness and it was a lovely atmosphere.

After a quiet night I was away towards the mountains with a good road climbing steadily for many miles bar the odd section under repair with many of the oncoming lorries showing Chinese number plates and carrying everything from earth movers to steel, concrete blocks, machinery and of course who knows what in the containers. As we climbed the impressive Taldik Valley we reached a pass at 2400m with the van having pulled well all the way. A series of hairpins took us down in to the Gulco valley where livestock of all description were grazing, small villages and individual homes occupied the valley floor and on the green slopes nomadic stockmen had their yurts or ancient Russian live in trailers parked up.

Just before Ali Bosogo, the final hamlet, I spotted a turn off down a gravel road to some flat land by the river which looked perfect for the night. I was researching my onwards plans when two grubby urchins appeared and were as always fascinated by my set up. Later on a police officer appeared and spoke some English - friendly and interested and no problem to stay the night - perfect. It was quite cool given the elevation so the Eber was switched on which also gave me a bottle of piping hot water for a wash. Again given the altitude I was pleased it fired up first time.

The following day I began the tortuous climb up numerous hairpins to reach the col of Taldik Asu at 3615m where I stopped for some pics. It was chilly and you could really feel the thin air but again the van had pulled steadily perhaps just needing earlier changes to keep the revs up. In places the road was very poor and the lorries were grinding up at barely walking pace in places. I noticed some of those descending had a system spraying  water onto the brake drums as even with engine braking the hydraulics would be working hard.

 Sary Tash is a small village at an important crossroads with the Pamir Highway continuing south to Tajikistan, the road east heading to China and my route west following the wide Alay Valley towards another Tajik border point. The mighty snow capped Pamirs rose majestically to over 7,000m and included Lenin Peak at 23,409'. After Daroot Korgon and just before the border I turned round and headed back as I had only come up for a glimpse of the Pamir range and a taste of its eponymous highway. Rain was forecast which I figured could be snow at this altitude and I didn't wish to get stuck in such a remote place. The descent was taken cautiously and by late afternoon I was back by the river as the clouds gathered and another impressive lightning show began. A couple of local guys stopped by and were clearly intrigued, one came in for a while to escape the rain and was interested in my route across Europe, Turkey, Georgia, Russia and Kazakhstan.

Interestingly an email from the Tajik Consulate arrived asking me to submit additional information in support of my evisa application, the first communication in four weeks. They wanted details of my accommodation booking, journey plan and a scan of my passport amongst other things. I gave the matter some thought but decided to stick with the new plan as I could be waiting around for ages and visa free entry for Kyrgyzstan is only valid for 30 days. I cancelled the application and sent a covering email so that door is definitely closed.

Today I dropped away from the mountains and was amazed at the thousands of sheep in dozens of individual flocks being driven along the road by shepherds mounted on horseback. Behind them were pick ups and lorries laden with all their possessions including folded down yurts, cooking equipment, bowls, chairs and so on - clearly transhumance underway as they set off for higher pastures over the summer. In one village a powerful water source enabled me to fill the van's tank using my bucket, many of the truck drivers were filling up as well, they must have a hell of a tough life.

The busy market at Uzgon gave me a chance to get bread, eggs, carefully parcelled up by the stallholder, fresh fruit and vegetables but it seemed a bit hot to stay the day so I am now parked up near a lake by Bazar Korgon. Google Maps took me on a totally unnecessary diversion in to the hills on a very poor road but the scenery was lovely. 

With a full tank of water and plenty of food I am going to try a cross country route of a couple of hundred miles to reach Song Kol Lake via Kazarman and Caek but if it proves too much I can backtrack and take the main road via Lake Toktogul and the capital Bishkek. 

Extras here.

Fergana and the New Stan Plan....

The Fergana region of primarily Uzbekistan is the most densely populated in Central Asia with 8m people occupied in farming and horticulture in the countryside and manufacturing and trade in the couple of large towns and cities. Reached by a fairly decent road that climbs over the Kamchik Pass at 2267m via a series of tight hairpins and a long tunnel it is a flat fertile plain with a variety of crops, vegetables and tree fruits growing amid much irrigation.

Few tourists venture this way so there are not many places identified by P4N but I decided on one adjacent to the Narbutabey Mosque and Medressa in Qoqon or Kokand with just a little shade. I walked off to appreciate the Palace of Khudayar Khan which once boasted 7 courtyards and 114 rooms, some of which now house small museums and also admired the craftsmanship in the 98 wooden pillars that support the superbly decorated portico of the Jami mosque. I called at a bank to change my no longer needed Tajik currency but foreign exchange closed an hour earlier than the main tills.

After a chat with a friendly local who had good English I settled in for a quiet night but at 04.00 was disturbed by a few raps on the window. I looked out to find that a market was setting up around me in the pre dawn light and a friendly guy indicated I should move to the other side of the parking area. This didn't take long so I was soon walking round the large number of vendors selling fruit, veg, onions, nuts, dates, potatoes, flour, rice, pasta and so on mostly from rickety tables or blankets on the ground. They were all amused by my presence and I bought plenty of fresh fruit and veg as the sun rose. I tried another bank to no avail and even the National Bank of Uzbekistan weren't interested so as it's only about £30 I will give it a Tajik lorry driver when I head south towards the Pamir Highway. Another friendly guy stopped for a chat and returned later with sachets of coffee and what I thought were bonbons.... he confirmed that the market only took place on Fridays so it was an undisturbed night. BTW the bonbons were in fact a hard salty cheese rather like parmesan : disappointing.

It was a short run down to the International Ceramics Centre at Margillon where a courtyard of craftsmen displayed some stunning pottery designs and a team of women were delicately filling in the patterns of a long tiled design.

Margillon had a park up near the centre with some shade so I tucked away and was just deciding what to go and see when a guy and his son appeared at the door. Yusuf had excellent English having studied as a post - graduate in Edinburgh and was now a senior banking official in Fergana. His wife was a teacher in the school nearby and he kindly offered to take me out for lunch as soon as she finished work. He dreams of buying a camper one day so was interested in a good look round as well as the practicalities of van life. His eldest son is graduating in Adelaide later this year and they hope to travel there whilst the middle one is about to start uni, I think in Europe. So we all jumped in to his smart new BYD hybrid and swished off to a good kebab restaurant for a very nice meal in good company. They dropped me back and I spotted an Austrian plated van whose occupants are slowly heading home after two years away including visits to China. Their stealth van with no windows looked a bit basic but had obviously served them well.

Sunday morning saw me heading up to the huge Kumtepa Bazaar spread over several acres. I drove the 3 miles there as my knee is still a source of concern but parked well short as the melee of Damas vans was barely moving. The market sticks loosely to zones with clothing sections, fruit and veg, tools and hardware and even household furniture so a large number of people were sidestepping carts, piles of produce and the ever dodgy paving to peruse the mountains of articles for sale. I had decent chicken skewers with bread, salad and tea before heading out for a final look round, the bicycle powered knife sharpener intrigued me and I felt hugely humbled by a crippled old guy limping away with a tricycle as his means of support and transporting goods.

A walk round the adjacent park back at the van took me past a fairground with rather archaic attractions and after cooling heavy rain overnight I was away to the city of Fergana about an hour away. Here the proposed stopover was in full sun but there was a small shop opposite with a water dispenser so I bought two ten litre bottles from him, put their contents in the tank and then went back for another 30 litres from the dispenser for a grand total of under £3. The shop owner then showed me an area at the rear of the shop building and said I was welcome to move there for shade and to stay overnight, a chance I jumped at. Later that evening the park grew livelier as speakers and a screen were erected for some singers and families came out to enjoy the various low key attractions and play ball games. It was an absorbing sight and I reflected on the huge contrasts I have seen over the last month in this fascinating country.

Today I have moved on to Fergana, the area's largest city, but again lacking in P4N recommendations. I pulled up at a large mall in full sun and then set off on foot to explore better options with shade. Across the road on the far side of a park I found a quieter spot with some shade so decided to first make use of a well stocked supermarket in the mall. The food hall tempted me for a beef dish with onions and peppers and could have been any similar such establishment in Europe. Back at the van I was temporarily blocked in but was soon off to the alternative for a breather from the hot sun. Behind the mall was a buzzing more traditional market, the Eski Bazaar,  after which I walked up to the recently restored Devanboy Mosque where I noticed the start of every business shutting up shop for the next couple of days as the important Eid al Adha, the Feast of Sacrifice, gets underway.

As a result I will stay here tomorrow and head up to the border for Kyrgyzstan on Thursday as whilst I think it will be open it may well be understaffed on both sides. I've heard from the UK couple hoping to get a Tajik evisa via an agent - he has yet to deliver the goods and thus they are waiting out the holiday period as well and it would appear that the admission of RHD vehicles can depend on the whim of the border staff on the day. These two obstacles reassure me that Plan B is the better option for me so on that positive note I will finish - for those experiencing the heat in the UK it is currently 33°C in the van two hours after sunset with all windows and vents open so a cold shower is in order.....

Anyway enjoy some more hot pics here.  

T(r)ajikistan.....

A punny title for this brief post...

From Samarkand I moved on steadily to the border with Tajikistan and pulled in to the parking just on the Uzbek side. Compared to other borders it was all surprisingly quiet and before long Frank and Andrea rumbled in in their 28 year old ex fire truck now repurposed as an expedition truck. They kindly invited me to join them for dinner so I had a good chance to look at the inside which was fascinating. Three large fridge/ freezers, induction hobs and so on all running off a large solar set up on the roof meant they were gas free and a diesel heater added to the refinement.

As we discussed our plans to cross the border jointly the following day the heavens erupted with dramatic thunder and lightning preceding torrential rain. Neither of us had received any response to our evisa applications, despite emails acknowledging receipt of both the applications and $70 pp fees. We decided to try anyway as Andrea had heard that one person had received their visa after crossing containing the photo taken at the border.

After a wet night we were up and away by 7 to drive the 100 yards to the first gate. A guy approached me offering to change money in to somoni so mindful of the poor rate and rip off at the Kazak border I just did $50 and nipped back to give Frank half to see us through any issues.

Our next step was to get the vehicles cleared at Customs with a friendly guy having a good look round inside my van and pretending to give the drugs dog my salami from the fridge... I was told to get a form stamped in the office where after a short delay the official showed me a video still of my van with accompanying writing which turned out to be a traffic violation the fine for which needed settling before I could be cleared. He took a photo of the screen with my phone and directed me to another building with a cashier point. Of course not having any som left I asked to pay in dollars as their card machine didn't work - after conversion fees and the fine itself the total was £12.......

FnA were ahead of me now but I met them at the Tajik Customs office having paid £4 to a small office part way across the Nomansland. Frank had already paid his $100 dollar vehicle tax and said I would probably pay less with a smaller vehicle. Once processed I was charged $70 and sent round to the Passport Control where the problems started. Their system showed no evidence of any visa and despite me showing the guy the relevant emails and screenshots of the online application he said my only option was to get a visa in person at the Embassy in Tashkent.... 200 miles away.

So I returned to the van to consider my options and decided to be more persistent with the Passport guy who had been quite friendly. He made a few phone calls and asked me to wait ten minutes so I sat outside watching a steady stream of tourists and locals walking between the two borders as taxis and busses merely drop people off. Andrea came back to see what was what : they hadn't actually needed a visa as EU countries are exempt : yet another Brexit bonus to add to my ever growing list.

She wanted to give me the money back anyway so I wished them well and after a couple of hours decided to tackle the Passport guy again, he looked surprised that I was still here, made more phone calls and then an officer gestured for me to follow him to a large building across the yard. Inside dozens of staff were resting, eating or praying and one with good English came over to say I should apply for an evisa. I explained I already had and had been waiting 3 weeks with zero response. He insisted it would only take 2/3 business days and that was that.

With no other option but to drive back to the Uzbeki gate I set off but was told to get my Tajik vehicle import document stamped out.....as I'd not even got in I asked for the $70 dollars to be refunded but was told this was not possible. Hey ho methinks, all part of the adventure so I drove back to the Uzbek Passport Control and then couldn't find my passport. After a thorough search I drove once more back to the Tajik gate, approached the Passport guy who sheepishly produced my passport from within his scanning machine, a daft oversight on both our parts.

So finally I was back through Uzbek Passport Control who asked why I had only spent 24 hours in Tajikistan..... On looking at my passport their colleagues had forgotten to change the date on their stamp first thing that morning so I had been stamped out the previous day, thus neatly highlighting how unwieldy and ineffective the whole system is. After a chat with two friendly Customs guys and a £10 entry fee I was back in Uzbekistan (come on now keep up, you think you're confused ?) with a plan to head back to Samarkand with more reliable internet and apply for another evisa.

By chance Liz and Colin were there so we met up and had an excellent meal at the Hotel Diyor again, interrupted by a dramatic hailstorm that saw everyone rushing inside.  Travelling in I had sheltered under a tree from another gigantic downpour as I feared the huge hailstones might crack the screen and passed through deep floods. Colin said they had experienced similar the previous evening arriving from Bhukara. We discussed the evisa situation and they had decided to do the 500 mile round trip to Tashkent, apply in person for visas and enjoy the winery accommodation I had recommended thoroughly.

I applied for a second evisa online to be met with the automated response that my details were already in use as part of a previous application so could not proceed further : a total Catch 22. Follow up emails over the last 3 weeks had elicited no replies and as there was a question mark over RHD vehicles even being allowed in I have reluctantly decided that Tajikistan will have to be left for another time.

Thus I am heading to the Fergana area of Uzbekistan which is rarely visited by tourists but has much to offer and will lead me to Kyrgyzstan where I will spend a month and hopefully do their section of the Pamir highway.

I stopped at Buka for some shopping and cash from an ATM, had a fried rice and beef lunch washed down with a coke for £2 and then moved on to north of Piskent where a spring by the roadside enabled me to fill my tank using the 10l empty water bottles that I then gave to a local who was delighted.

Not far away I turned down a track to a grassy spot by a river and found perfect shade under a large willow tree. Two calves were tethered in some long grass, their mothers returning regularly to give them a feed, a donkey and its young foal wandered around and a few locals dropped by for a walk or swim and were all both friendly and fascinated.

It was a quiet night once the lorries taking sand from further up the river bed went home and I slept well. It's a shame about Tajikistan but it clears the way for a full month in Kyrgyzstan before the long haul across Kazakhstan as part of my journey home. I will have time to detour down to the Mangestaw region, which will be a bonus and also see Grozny in Russia and the Svanetti in Georgia. Equally returning through Turkey in late August will allow a journey through the mountainous north which was under heavy snow when I passed through back in April.

No extra pics this time as border rules are to be respected....

Samarqand.....Samarkand

Just to explain: I use the various spellings of place names to enable wider searches should people be interested but road signs often have other spellings and of course scripts.

Anyway with mid afternoon temperatures hitting the mid to high 30s and overnight staying above 20°C my stay in Samarkand was a hot one. The tour bus drivers sleep in the baggage compartments, very much at odds with their customers in air conditioned hotels, and were amused by my position in amongst them all. 

I walked through the park which provided some shade and past the theatre to check out an alternative P4N which had some shade but was also the filling up point for numerous water tankers that deliver to the parks, gardens and suburbs. On balance this would be the better place to stay and indeed I spotted Frank and Andrea again: not surprising as we are on a similar route and time frame. We arranged to meet up for a meal yesterday evening with a view to planning a joint approach at the Tajikistan border as their evisas had produced nothing either.

A bridge cut across to the parks surrounding the impressive Registan, a trio of madrasas that almost defy description.

Returning to the van for a mid afternoon rest I did in fact have some shade as I was completely hemmed in....

Our evening rendezvous at the Hotel Diyor was a great success with excellent food enjoyed under a welcome overhead misting system, my lagman turning out to be a delicious interpretation of spaghetti bolognese. Good local beers also helped.

On my way I had watched a street circus act and on my return caught some of a spectacular son et lumiere played out over the walls, arches and domes of the Registan before an enthralled crowd of thousands. Back at the van a cold shower and just a sheet at bedtime ensured a comfortable night.

The local gardeners, sweepers and litter pickers start early to escape the midday heat and of course the coaches fire up to head off for their clients so I was also away early as I wanted to head out to the far side of town.

My destination was the Ulugbek Observatory founded in the 14thC where the namesake astronomer accurately recorded the position of over 1000 stars. He was the grandson of Timur who ruled Samarkand and a vast empire to the west for 40 years.

I caught shade where I could as I passed the 40,000 capacity Bibi Khanym Mosque and cut through the large cemetery having called at the Hazrat Hizr Mosque with its lofty viewpoint. Alongside is the mausoleum of Islam Karimov, Uzbekistan's first president who died in 2016.

A good meal of plov on a shaded terrace revived me for the final kilometre up to the observatory passing a couple of metal working shops.

Returning to the shady parks once more I passed the various tombs on Shah-i Zinda and was asked by a friendly group of Uzbeki women to take their group photos. Their carefree enjoyment contrasted sharply soon after with a woman taking a drink from a hose and resting from her task of collecting huge sacks of discarded water bottles.

I returned to the van for a cool down and headed back to the Registan for a final performance of the show and this morning have relocated to the water bowser park up to confirm things with Frank and Andrea.

What the outcome will be on the border should be clear by tomorrow night but I have a good Plan B, just in case...

Lovely pics..

Bukhara.... Buxoro

Having passed through Urganch and crossed the ribbons of river that support a thriving horticultural zone around the Amurdayo river I headed north of Beruniy to visit three of the many ancient fortresses that lie in this region that now returns to desert largely due to the disappearance of the Aral Sea. 

They were imposing places with extensive views in every direction but slowly eroding away as the mud walls are rarely renovated after winter rains. A large 'nomad' camp with yurts provided the sort of faux experience so loved by the coach parties but having returned to the so called Royal Highway and headed towards Bukhara I turned off towards the river opposite Lebop which is in Turkmenistan and parked above a lagoon for a decent sunset. A few locals passed by and waved happily but at one point a guy stopped and liting his T shirt to show me a rather nasty looking and infected lesion asked me for money. A difficult situation as I had no idea what would be appropriate or even useful but in the end gave him the equivalent of a tenner, later finding out that rural workers earn less than £300/month so I hope it helped. My second Turkish gas cylinder has run out so I put in one of the four remaining CG 907s and am pretty sure each will last a month as with the temperatures in the high 30s and good value local food, there is no point cooking in the van and thus there is nothing in the fridge. Similarly there is no need for hot water for showering so gas use is almost non existent.

A couple of hours the following day brought me in to a park up in Bukhara right alongside the Ark (fortress) walls and by chance a car parked under the mulberry tree was just leaving so I was able to get some shade. I noticed the expedition truck of Frank and Andrea nearby so called over for a chat before taking myself off in to the Ark for its lofty views, cooling breeze and panoramic views over the flat city which assisted with orientating myself. Later I walked in to the main zone and was, as in Khiva, mesmerized by the minarets, towers, domes and arches of numerous mosques, madrasas and mausoleums. There were also a number of bazaars, usually under airy domes with avenues reaching out in various directions and it was here that traditional hand made crafts, clothes and souvenirs were on display for the tourists. These were mainly from the Stans and Russia but there were also surprising numbers of European and American tour groups and a few from the UK - this part of the world is clearly opening up to mass tourism which if nothing else will I hope dispel some of the myths, misconceptions and misunderstandings that many people unfamiliar with the region's history, culture and traditions of hospitality do not expect.

Back at the van there was a lot of activity nearby as preparations were underway for a large Gold and Jewellery Festival at the weekend with teams of lads working late in to the cooler evening to erect platforms to support enormous LED display screens to the beat of a huge sound system also being installed. The same teams started early next morning so after getting bread and yoghurt at the small shop directly opposite for breakfast I then headed off through the town once more to reach some of the further sights. On returning for lunch and a lie down in the van, shaded nicely by the tree I noticed the first UK plated vehicle in months - an imposing Iveco 4x4 with an accommodation box on the back. Colin and Liz are on an impressive journey which is well worth checking out at www.zigzaggingtheworld.blog and have undertaken a number of remarkable journeys over the years.

Later I walked in to town to see the major attractions lit up and stopped in the Lyab-i-Hauz square for a good meal alongside the pool with the impressive Nadir Divanbegi just behind. Walking back the Kalon minarets and mosque looked stunning after dark and I returned to the van stopping en route to watch rehearsals for the forthcoming dancing and entertainment.

The following day I explored a host of other sights out to the west in the morning including the excellent market, returned for the mid day cool off and then walked through the centre to visit the Chor Minor mosque and two almost identical medressas at Kosh facing each other. The Ulugbek one, built in1417, is Central Asia's oldest and led to over 100 others  being established with 10,000 students and over 300 mosques.

Colin and Liz joined me for a meal back at the Lyab square which was a great opportunity to exchange stories including the saga of their  passage throughTurkmenistan, although the singer alongside rather dominated the proceedings.

Although I had planned to move on the ever expanding attractions of the festival kept me in situ and after a much needed haircut I was off to the fairground for a rather genteel spin on the Ferris wheel to give me a novel view of the city and the oldest mausoleum, that of Ismail Samali, whose 2m thick brick walls have contributed to its longevity. In the park a guy crippled by cerebral palsy was parked in his wheelchair in the shade and it was touching how the numerous gardeners, street sweepers and passers by stopped to talk and interact with him to his obvious delight. Back at the van the parking guy said we would have to move the next morning as the area was needed for the festival and as I had spotted a large car park near the fair we both decided to move on next day, it was only a few minutes away and we didn't want to get hemmed in by the increasing numbers of barriers and security checkpoints.

Thus early next morning we moved on, parked in a corner and strung up my tarp between the two vehicles as there was no shade, incidentally my mulberry tree had dropped huge numbers of berries on my van which now had deep purple stains and looked rather a mess. I took myself off to a small shop round the corner that had a drinking water dispensing machine and to and froed with  two 10l water bottles a few times -  at 30p for 20 litres it was a bargain and the young woman in charge was delighted to meet Colin and I, as were the tourist bus drivers who all took a shine to Lolly....

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It was his birthday, and they had kindly booked a table for 3 back in town so we walked through the large but friendly crowds out to look at all the jewellery and craft stalls that had been set up everywhere with one row dedicated to nations from around the world. I had stopped at the Great Britain tent earlier where a lovely young woman said she was actually from Afghanistan, had lived in Slough for a few years and was now in the UAE. The display of a few pieces of jewellery were hardly a showcase to the world of British craftsmanship but it was lovely to chat to her.

After a very enjoyable meal we walked back through what I can only describe as a warm river of humanity for a reasonably early night as we were to be up by 05.30 as they were catching the 7am train to Chiva neatly avoiding many hundreds of miles driving. Once the fireworks were over we slept well and were away at 6 the following morning having settled up our parking the previous evening as although the barriers were left up overnight it would have been wrong not to pay the few pounds a night.

After a safe delivery on time to the station I headed east towards the fabled city of Samerkand where I am parked up with the tour buses within easy reach of the main attractions. 

A nasty multi vehicle pile up on the opposite carriageway had involved two lorries, each carrying huge concrete bridge sections and an indecipherable number of other vehicles. All were totally burnt out with the fire probably caused by the bridge section moving forwards and rupturing the dozen or so methane tanks that often power these trucks. Apparently they operate at 250 bar which is insane and explains the solid blast walls that separate each filling point at the Metan stations. For people who think my travels are potentially dangerous the possibility of being involved in such an incident is to me the riskiest aspect.

It is very hot with no shade so you will find out if I survive by waiting for the next post...

Onward plans for Tajikistan face some uncertainty as apparently RHD vehicles may not be allowed in and my evisa application, including payment, has produced nothing so watch this space......

And look here

Khiva Chiva Xiva

 If a picture paints a thousand words then this link saves me a lot of writing.

A stunning place to spend a couple of days : Google will tell you far more than I could even begin to so just enjoy the visuals....

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