Hello children of the sun, now so late my report of Khiva. excuse me, but I was now short time in the hospital and was not very motivated to write timely.
so chiwa. Khiva was, as I found one of the really beautiful parts of the trip and gave me honest better than Bukhara, Samarkand and especially liked Tashkent. a small town far away from residents in the desert sand with about 30,000. you can come only from the nearest provincial capital urgensch where there is a train station and airport. but it is really worthwhile. the city is a UNESCO world cultural heritage and if you should plan times, it euc watching trip, soon. before the large number of tourists Uzbekistan and discover with him chiwa and expatiate. But currently there is almost nothing going on. in my three or four days ago I ran a group of French place, a group of Japanese or Chinese
and a handful of Russian tourists away on. not genuine. and the way you chiwa regarded as an attraction, so it was perceived to hold. I arrived by night train to Urgench and in front of the station staden already - the only really strenuous civilian human species in Uzbekistan - the taxi driver. from all sides was always in one of these nutty doubling "taxi, taxi!" and Khiva, Khiva " zugebrüllt. as if we could have not understood the first word and before would not buckle, what do they want from a
could. well, I have then a "taxi" selected, the car was a perfectly ordinary course and let me have for their relationships far too much money to Khiva, drive 40 km west. In the beginning it is probably zangsläufig so that pulls the trigger too much, since one of the local rates may not truly estimate and it sucks either way cheap for our standards on site. the driver has at any rate the day's business done with me.
the trip was a wild ride on the worst street. fahrbahnmakierungen apply
Uzbekistan seemingly nothing. obsolete, as and where it just fits me, de horn is the most important parts on the car, so important and much used, that one does not know why honking around you at all all you get on the road sometimes roadway on your donkey cart and cyclists and taxi drivers against swallowing any drugs during the trip. drug apropos. a widespread phenomenon. the Uzbeks lubricate some greenish powder under the tongue and make it so on through the mucous membranes. have also offered to me again and again. I do not know what that is, 
it makes the people but largely peaceful and sluggish. And since it takes one out of two Uzbek men, I can easily imagine that it is with reason that in the country do not run quite like it. arrived in Khiva I looked for a hotel and stayed at the Islambek. It was a family hotel and I was the only tourist in the house. an annoying Russian film crew is then the day has gone down yet. But you could have saved sicch honest.
chiwa itself as already mentioned actually
was really nice. a normally inhabited desert town whose weltkuklturerbe old town is UNESCO. I do not know how old she is, she is still largely true beautifully preserved. somehow everything built from clay and sandstone. minarets of ancient city wall and blue bekachelten. and the people were nice and friendly and open. on the second day was Navroze, the New Year and Spring Festival and there were people in their best dresses on the go. groups of children moved through the city, families could take pictures with big tigers before plastering the buildings, a couple walked hand in hand and walk in the park was a big commotion. if I have understood correctly, the Uzbek Navroze pretty much the highest holiday of the year. in any case were all in high spirits.
well, that was quite short in Khiva. I lack just a little the words to express myself exhaustible. The next part of the trip was the tour to Bukhara and Samarkand to then
. So we read. gregor
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