Samarkand to Bukhara was next on the program. So I took the night train Bukhara - Tashkent to Samarkand. when I arrived it was in the middle of the night and nothing was more place before. then the next morning, I went to the socks, the Registan to marvel at the national monument of the Uzbeks. as the first but I was surprised at the crowd in a festive late Sunday clothes and blocked roads. It was actually a typical weekday, and all had their day's work regulated must pursue. well, I accepted it. later to explain what was going on.
what I found quickly was that samarkand except his sights no maintenance, and beautiful old city is. flair of Bukhara and Khiva, especially the small here was not materialized. for the city was largely state-Uzbek relations.
we went to see the second-Registan, which madrasas one through three, the most beautiful and lavishly decorated minarets whole of Central Asia, and a mosque and a space formed from the Middle Ages. as I mentioned, it is the national monument and sanctuary of the Uzbeks in general. there were many local, but as far as I surveyed no exotic tourist. a piece Registan was against double jeopardy on that day also the central place of the large national firm, which was already beginning to fade now on. What was funny was the fact that currently more people Uzbeks, arrived and wanted to be with me take pictures in front of the Registan. determined twenty times and every now and then I had to be photographed with anyone. after some time of cute until then talk to the young man wanted, with whom I talked the whole time, leave for a few dollars to hire a scout, which I refused. I went on, and I saw Samarkand and its worth seeing again and the bazaar, etc. on your own.
the bus to Tashkent, the next were people, too, cucumber, above all, a huge quantity transported, I met an old German teacher, a devout Muslim, long retired and only bumpy powerful language, with his family. He had much to say interesting. between you had prior to the time bus drivers, as natural as you almost always and everywhere as a tourist attraction which was foreign. this is really funny in this country. just off the three or four highlights the people who never get a man to see beyond their sphere of influence. they are at all curious but always very friendly and nice.
the next morning then it was translated into the Fergana Valley. I went to the meeting point of taxis, where one was shouted at once from all sides, but even a ride. a bus or a train there since the end of the Soviet Union to Ferghana. is the only road away a pass through the high mountains, the Tien Shan. This is the northwestern Tien Shan foothills of the Himalayan massif and runs from Tajikistan to Kazakhstan. for ten dollars to take me so I read about this.
quick Tashkent then characterized on the horizon the snow-capped peaks of the Tien Shan from the mountains and we came closer and closer. when we went on a very busy, as I said this is the only one in the Ferghana Valley, two-lane main road into the mountains more and more invaded, we were always of gates of the Uzbek army and police put under the microscope. identity documents had to be presented, which was checked suitcase space. here was rigorous fotographierverbot. on the right even to about 3000 meters where the snow was still tight, then stood in front of the tunnel, the soldiers with Kalashnikovs at the ready in dense trellis.