so, because I am again. Today I report to you about my trip and after my stay in Bukhara. after three days in chiwa said goodbye. Bukhara and Samarkand were on the program. my plan was, I take the taxi back to Urgench and there to the airport, from there take the flight to Tashkent, where I Samarkand and Bukhara have traveled by train. So far, so good. I went to Urgench airport so that the first to fly once in my life, checked in and waited. The airport was filled and eventually I was going once to look at my machine. a stupid error on my part, because even with what I got for the first time for about three years back a strange feeling of panic that rose up in me. I So my plan to fly broke off, checked out again and went away. I will fly in this good-bye not so. I was crestfallen face it, this approach was not to panic in the real nuisance. but it felt after a defeat.
now I had to think about how I do travel to the other and walked to the train station first. had not gone just a short, airport and were Voksal (Uzbek for the train station) that is completely at the opposite end of town. taxi ride but I had the pleasure no, I wanted to think and stuff. I struggled on the road then, somewhere belong to her money, which the darkest in the Uzbek province really is no easy task. eventually I found a bank, where it was possible to get money from credit card. arrived at the train station in Urgench, I realized that on this day, no more train traveled east, that I would somehow be able to use for my purposes. So plan c. bus? wanted I asked myself so by the bus station to travel from there to Bukhara, where I was but was caught by an etching, gave me a ride in the taxi aufschwatzen. act according to some, we all agreed. now it was a wait for hours of two and the car we were full. and then went off to running.
and honest, from this perspective it was a bold and good thing, not to be flown, for the trip across the amurdaya and through the desert and it was a good thing. amurdaya over the pontoon bridge we cross Tern on a makeshift, which consisted of feed barges pushed together
. then we went to talk and turn left or right and the driver gave any shady parcel from. the road in the area was the ride up river oasis. automobiles that seemed once again to respect traffic rules no donkey carts, bicycles ... then once in the middle a goat herd. at some point but we were right in the middle of the desert and came to nothing more. only the six police check points with a bar somewhere in which the travel disrupted. middle of the desert, with a great crew and take pictures is strictly forbidden. On the road the whole time we came forward with heavy load-pipes for a pipeline, because in the desert, the Uzbek natural gas found and are now thinking to do on big business and to be able to participate. came in the night we finally, after a wild ride in Bukhara. I had been looking on the net and checked some hotels in the first-best this one. there seemed not much going on, but me more than two or three guests. I was hungry. I asked the young guy at the reception, then, where would I bring something now and I suggested a restaurant before, where just before celebrating his buddies would. He took me for his replacement. and there was then some. a clique usbekenbubies nouveau riche, all students celebrated birthday and I was the guest and invited to everything. The store was a curious combination of restaurant and disco and all that. now and then uttered a life singer flowing into the horn and the vodka flows in ...
the next morning I set out then to explore Bukhara. was an interesting city with many historical buildings, old Islamic universities, of which only one was still in use (in whole by two of Uzbekistan) again and really hardly foreign tourists. a group of Chinese, some French (I had to participate in chiwa already run into), and here and there sometimes who. All in all, but again there is very poor in proportion to the cultural and historical significance of the place and fill standing. 
the minaret on one of the photos is, I think the oldest of the buildings and was really nice. right next to an entrance of a madrassa, that part of the medieval universities. similar building are found in old town but the whole. the same is true with the old caravanserai. and all channels and basins, partially with water, are partially filled with waste. At lunch I was short with a French baron with usbekenhut stupid to talk, then me on his chateau somewhere between Bordeaux and Toulouse invited. the directions I got, I think, is lost. I really wanted as well go there. further I wanted to same-day direction of Samarkand. on the minibus to the train station I met some of whatever holy man, to me prayer for 2000 with any sum was on the way ...
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