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now I want to tell the wildest part of my usbekistanexkursion. after I had already done so, the standard program, Tashkent, Khiva, Bukhara and Samarkand ever visited and the desert, crossing the barren land and fertile soil, I was moved into the high mountains. I had planned to travel this route in the Tien Shan and the Ferghana Valley on a cross coming in the direction of Tashkent. so my plan. only he did not quite translate so, how should I tell yet.
in Ferghana in the hotel I was covered with maps. me on the available maps was a route, a small road or path drawn, to whom or to which I undertook to follow me. I read so briefly explain how the best in the mountains of the foot and at the beginning of the track could be located place to stay and went away on the.
of Ferghana I took up a minibus to Kokand, where I boarded another van to tschadak. it was even clearer than before that these people in this corner of the world has never been a tourist had to get face. all were amazed and asked, curious. a young girl was in the bus a little English and had to translate for everyone. were particularly interested in the people very friendly and not pushy. most were from the market in Kokand, where they were they had sold and vital shopped.
tschadak went into the trip a stream following a long endless mountains into the valley. took place down the long and longer. However, at some point we arrived at the last stop. I have quickly provided me with some bread and made me come to my foot away. I thought so, now would soon come the end of the settlement. but I was wrong. I walk the mile and the brook street (a sandy piste) following at high pitch and came more and more houses to houses. I did not notice that I had now been reached in the next village, which seamlessly connects to tschadak. the people at the roadside land of their looked in amazement at least here and there.
went but now the fun really begins. of a sudden came from behind me hit a car and two cucumber necks got out and made a loud. one of the two, an old sack gammligem dentition was surprisingly fluent English. they showed before with any ID card and demanded to see my pass. she asked from me what I wanted here, where I would live and so they said I had to come with them to the police station. I was surprised a bit at this time, but showed them as a bird and just said, they will disappear and moved on. They followed me and harassed me. I read not put off what they then disappeared at last. short time later and a few hundred yards came on another car approached and the two figures and two other types, the one introduced himself as Art mayor, came and went further in the text. I showed them my map and explained where I wanted to and I thought they had to say who I am nocturnal and police control in the can. But I moved on. now one of the spinner was assigned to follow me and 
others went away. only for a brief moment, however. because again quarter, half an hour later they brought the "village sheriff," with a local policeman. he checked my passport and did well only not quite know what he should do. He telephoned supervisor with any set of ideas and came at a time on the glorious, I had to come along, they wanted me to Namangan, the provincial capital (fifty to a hundred miles in the Ferghana Valley) create, where I had to be controlled. now I got angry, took the tot to my right again, yelled at him that he probably does not have all the slats in the fence and left. since 
he was somewhat taken aback and phoned again.
one day he came with his small entourage after me again, now his character asks us, again wanted to see my pass. He had anybody the whole time on his mobile phone, with whom he exchanged again and again. we got further into strife. on the road in this mountain village, we were now in Gulistan, as I learned later, collected a little now accumulating in humans. something you see there obviously not every day. I quarreled with the cops and the Syndicate Member at his side. arrest in the true sense, he did not want me because I somehow "guest" and a tourist was exotic. at one point he said but for me to do with two, three man and dragged into the car can be overwhelming. to you have to know now and imagine that the Uzbeks (Tajiks or as in this corner of the country DERS) are rather small and people of sport, or the like never heard or that have operated. My adversaries were not competitive, so to speak, as the saying goes. I took off my jacket and put me on the defense ready. and a time no one dared ran on a meter. was always larger crowds. the boy with his secondary redundant knew no more, the residents found it amusing, but it did not help ... the show dragged on. It was on the phone and the phone. for me, but somehow knew that I above all without pass, which the police can not wanted to get back again, got no further. me and him palpably back I wanted to not risk it.
good, the whole thing happened on the road in front of a house or condos, by the intention of a group of six mostly elderly and some younger women and girls all watching. sometime the wife said to me then the whole hubbub, it was Friday and now has advanced in the afternoon and islam is the ceremonial start of the weekend, if I did not want to come and drink tea. I declined only because I thought that would have all somehow always under a blanket and I suspected a connection to the policemen, the English-speaking stasiopa and the gang. at some point, it was now actually already too late to get anywhere at all yet, I let myself be still a go. The women drove the people before her house, there was nothing more to see completed, your gateway to the condos and I was ushered. off
in the house, you had out the shoes, could occur only in socks, was found a plentiful and abundant covered table. besides all the women was an old gentleman who was introduced to me as a grandfather brought in, which was partly paralyzed since a stroke and is obviously due. I was invited as a guest at the table to eat and drink. yet I was then all the time politely served. short time later, then even the police (and even this without his baggage), also in the house and he was welcomed as a guest. the whole situation relaxed, even when I realized that here was far from over. quarter, half an hour later came the father, the landlord, apparently home from work. Like the other family members a very kind and friendly people.
sometime now been released and more policemen. I was (but now more friendly but firm) pointed out that I actually had in the provincial capital. I should come and drink. briefly considered I know if you can not afford but could and should have resisted, but wanted to beat for anything in this house wheel. So I complied and went with them. I should come back but yes, I was still on the part of residents with where on the road.
we drove first, right and left was one boy, the police station back to tschadak (I never realized how far I was actually already in the mountains). there showed the village police also point out that we were still maintained after drinking a Teechers. I was given to two other etching, the car was changed and it went in rickety Lada. in Namangan, I was taken to the local Headquarters. all scrapped I was immediately suspicious and an interpreter at hand, which began immediately with the question. blah-blah-blah ... alongside one controlled my pass, my maps, I asked what this away from any tourist paths look where I would stop me, who I sleep, I would hide in the ... completely behämmert the police. my photos has been investigated for suspicious. after half an hour until then, I had the interpreter eventually told me they would go to the sack and I would love to talk any further, I was then dismissed from the survey. The translator I tried then to persuade them that I could even spend the night with her family, which I declined firmly. with further delay because lolek Bolek and still had to share with their friends, I was then now that would make the real) even in darkness again by the two policemen who had brought me back down tschadak direction (which I do not expect had).
watched my two bodyguards on the road or in any place at any restaurant by where they had to clarify something shady. after a further journey and suddenly was behind a major traffic lights, the scrap cart on their spirit. that was provided in funny, because I now viewers looking for a game was what I had overheard therefore is currently only in passing. both use the pause namely, cash in bribes or lubricating. they lined up and everyone who drove through the red traffic light at the intersection behind us, and they were not really few, has been cashed. under the hand but quite openly in front of my eyes. the two are really not disturbed by my presence, I now somehow belonged to it. I'm just so "HÄÄÄ?" they thought it was funny.
then eventually got a taxi and one of the two and I got to. Next came half way then we dare the village boy from the beginning with his night on opposite street. He was happy and we changed the car again. He clapped his short (mid-thirties who had type) with me now and said again, now there would be tea. So we went back to Gulistan. the way we came by on a fixed in any area, where everything was lit and Uzbek music boomed and many young were dancing. The cop made a game out there, and then hinauszuschleichen loszubrüllen with a sometimes loud and so to break the party. all ran to all sides of it, the celebration was over. previously he had been a group of youths on the street and tries to connect as attaktiert. which were then run away, if fixed. then I remembered just acab - all cops are bastards, and I wondered no longer that the idiot out of his minions in an attempt to overwhelm any wanted to help.
eventually we came back home to the family minawarov ... but next time more of them.
now I want to tell the wildest part of my usbekistanexkursion. after I had already done so, the standard program, Tashkent, Khiva, Bukhara and Samarkand ever visited and the desert, crossing the barren land and fertile soil, I was moved into the high mountains. I had planned to travel this route in the Tien Shan and the Ferghana Valley on a cross coming in the direction of Tashkent. so my plan. only he did not quite translate so, how should I tell yet.
in Ferghana in the hotel I was covered with maps. me on the available maps was a route, a small road or path drawn, to whom or to which I undertook to follow me. I read so briefly explain how the best in the mountains of the foot and at the beginning of the track could be located place to stay and went away on the.
of Ferghana I took up a minibus to Kokand, where I boarded another van to tschadak. it was even clearer than before that these people in this corner of the world has never been a tourist had to get face. all were amazed and asked, curious. a young girl was in the bus a little English and had to translate for everyone. were particularly interested in the people very friendly and not pushy. most were from the market in Kokand, where they were they had sold and vital shopped.
tschadak went into the trip a stream following a long endless mountains into the valley. took place down the long and longer. However, at some point we arrived at the last stop. I have quickly provided me with some bread and made me come to my foot away. I thought so, now would soon come the end of the settlement. but I was wrong. I walk the mile and the brook street (a sandy piste) following at high pitch and came more and more houses to houses. I did not notice that I had now been reached in the next village, which seamlessly connects to tschadak. the people at the roadside land of their looked in amazement at least here and there. 
went but now the fun really begins. of a sudden came from behind me hit a car and two cucumber necks got out and made a loud. one of the two, an old sack gammligem dentition was surprisingly fluent English. they showed before with any ID card and demanded to see my pass. she asked from me what I wanted here, where I would live and so they said I had to come with them to the police station. I was surprised a bit at this time, but showed them as a bird and just said, they will disappear and moved on. They followed me and harassed me. I read not put off what they then disappeared at last. short time later and a few hundred yards came on another car approached and the two figures and two other types, the one introduced himself as Art mayor, came and went further in the text. I showed them my map and explained where I wanted to and I thought they had to say who I am nocturnal and police control in the can. But I moved on. now one of the spinner was assigned to follow me and 
others went away. only for a brief moment, however. because again quarter, half an hour later they brought the "village sheriff," with a local policeman. he checked my passport and did well only not quite know what he should do. He telephoned supervisor with any set of ideas and came at a time on the glorious, I had to come along, they wanted me to Namangan, the provincial capital (fifty to a hundred miles in the Ferghana Valley) create, where I had to be controlled. now I got angry, took the tot to my right again, yelled at him that he probably does not have all the slats in the fence and left. since 
he was somewhat taken aback and phoned again. one day he came with his small entourage after me again, now his character asks us, again wanted to see my pass. He had anybody the whole time on his mobile phone, with whom he exchanged again and again. we got further into strife. on the road in this mountain village, we were now in Gulistan, as I learned later, collected a little now accumulating in humans. something you see there obviously not every day. I quarreled with the cops and the Syndicate Member at his side. arrest in the true sense, he did not want me because I somehow "guest" and a tourist was exotic. at one point he said but for me to do with two, three man and dragged into the car can be overwhelming. to you have to know now and imagine that the Uzbeks (Tajiks or as in this corner of the country DERS) are rather small and people of sport, or the like never heard or that have operated. My adversaries were not competitive, so to speak, as the saying goes. I took off my jacket and put me on the defense ready. and a time no one dared ran on a meter. was always larger crowds. the boy with his secondary redundant knew no more, the residents found it amusing, but it did not help ... the show dragged on. It was on the phone and the phone. for me, but somehow knew that I above all without pass, which the police can not wanted to get back again, got no further. me and him palpably back I wanted to not risk it.
good, the whole thing happened on the road in front of a house or condos, by the intention of a group of six mostly elderly and some younger women and girls all watching. sometime the wife said to me then the whole hubbub, it was Friday and now has advanced in the afternoon and islam is the ceremonial start of the weekend, if I did not want to come and drink tea. I declined only because I thought that would have all somehow always under a blanket and I suspected a connection to the policemen, the English-speaking stasiopa and the gang. at some point, it was now actually already too late to get anywhere at all yet, I let myself be still a go. The women drove the people before her house, there was nothing more to see completed, your gateway to the condos and I was ushered. off
in the house, you had out the shoes, could occur only in socks, was found a plentiful and abundant covered table. besides all the women was an old gentleman who was introduced to me as a grandfather brought in, which was partly paralyzed since a stroke and is obviously due. I was invited as a guest at the table to eat and drink. yet I was then all the time politely served. short time later, then even the police (and even this without his baggage), also in the house and he was welcomed as a guest. the whole situation relaxed, even when I realized that here was far from over. quarter, half an hour later came the father, the landlord, apparently home from work. Like the other family members a very kind and friendly people.
sometime now been released and more policemen. I was (but now more friendly but firm) pointed out that I actually had in the provincial capital. I should come and drink. briefly considered I know if you can not afford but could and should have resisted, but wanted to beat for anything in this house wheel. So I complied and went with them. I should come back but yes, I was still on the part of residents with where on the road.
we drove first, right and left was one boy, the police station back to tschadak (I never realized how far I was actually already in the mountains). there showed the village police also point out that we were still maintained after drinking a Teechers. I was given to two other etching, the car was changed and it went in rickety Lada. in Namangan, I was taken to the local Headquarters. all scrapped I was immediately suspicious and an interpreter at hand, which began immediately with the question. blah-blah-blah ... alongside one controlled my pass, my maps, I asked what this away from any tourist paths look where I would stop me, who I sleep, I would hide in the ... completely behämmert the police. my photos has been investigated for suspicious. after half an hour until then, I had the interpreter eventually told me they would go to the sack and I would love to talk any further, I was then dismissed from the survey. The translator I tried then to persuade them that I could even spend the night with her family, which I declined firmly. with further delay because lolek Bolek and still had to share with their friends, I was then now that would make the real) even in darkness again by the two policemen who had brought me back down tschadak direction (which I do not expect had).
watched my two bodyguards on the road or in any place at any restaurant by where they had to clarify something shady. after a further journey and suddenly was behind a major traffic lights, the scrap cart on their spirit. that was provided in funny, because I now viewers looking for a game was what I had overheard therefore is currently only in passing. both use the pause namely, cash in bribes or lubricating. they lined up and everyone who drove through the red traffic light at the intersection behind us, and they were not really few, has been cashed. under the hand but quite openly in front of my eyes. the two are really not disturbed by my presence, I now somehow belonged to it. I'm just so "HÄÄÄ?" they thought it was funny.
then eventually got a taxi and one of the two and I got to. Next came half way then we dare the village boy from the beginning with his night on opposite street. He was happy and we changed the car again. He clapped his short (mid-thirties who had type) with me now and said again, now there would be tea. So we went back to Gulistan. the way we came by on a fixed in any area, where everything was lit and Uzbek music boomed and many young were dancing. The cop made a game out there, and then hinauszuschleichen loszubrüllen with a sometimes loud and so to break the party. all ran to all sides of it, the celebration was over. previously he had been a group of youths on the street and tries to connect as attaktiert. which were then run away, if fixed. then I remembered just acab - all cops are bastards, and I wondered no longer that the idiot out of his minions in an attempt to overwhelm any wanted to help.
eventually we came back home to the family minawarov ... but next time more of them. 
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