this should now be the last posting of my usbekistanreise.
final farewell to Gulistan, the ride back to Tashkent and the end of my visit was to also. ultimately I think this is part of the trip also tells the fastest. was
as I got on my last morning in Gulistan, had already broken alik father to work and the middle daughter gulorum on studying and gone. So they made fresh, breakfasted well, the goat was hunting in the mountains and prepared before the farewell. In this connection I had to repeatedly emphasize and assure you that I really have enough money it had to come to Tashkent. I wanted to be a serious one or plugging in other apparently. the ladies of the house chadak nephew or cousin and I together, we went so we closed the door to the bergtraße direction,
where we took a small bank and waited. after five to ten minutes came about from further up from Uzbekistan mountains, an old lada disengaging the piste rolled down. this was the local transport medium and low for a fixed price a kind of collective taxi. So I took my leave of all, and rolled down the hill after chadak. at the local central space I was up, with me but still alik, the father of the family minawarow miners gap on the ran away. the local mine, where he works, was immediately there and this or that he had to do just now. which are in German dude called in Uzbekistan in Russian "brothers", and I not know if this is all for the former Russian empire is falling.
short time later appeared also the stasiopa from day one in place, which I had the huge crowds on, and I wanted to say hello and have a personal and friendly shit goodbye to me. I want to read it without comment. such a bum.
chadak went from there with a taxi right to the great road through the Tien Shan from Ferghana Valley gene Tashkent, to a kind of rest stop, where some cars were waiting on traveling, they would get through the mountains. not five minutes I needed and had to ride my side of the mountains bordering clear. As at the hintour I went up by a rickety vehicle over the high mountains, past military checkpoints and stations. Uzbekistan was safe, Uzbekistan was defended. high up. to actually short term time because I was already at the goal of the trip. from adjacent I then took a bus to Tashkent. floor where I stayed overnight in the capital the last time in Uzbekistan, nor bought this or that for the train journey to Moscow.
the train back to Moscow from Uzbekistan was now is much less comfortable than the hintour alone because the train was far more busy. in fact he was even fully up to the stop in Kazakhstan and also now and then beyond, because this or that guard for one, two, three took with mark on the black hand some stations. in any case the train was full of mainly migrant workers who make up imaginary central asia coming to her luck in Moscow. These were mostly young men who wanted to work in Russia.
is in this context I have just set up a reporting I've read only about a week, which concerns the exploitation of these people went through the Moscow police work "black and unpaid for us home or we slide off you, you ill-treat '... or whatever. a newspaper had reported on such human rights violations and was investigated to security forces of which the traitor series identified in their own wanted to do.
the guys were mostly very nice and friendly, but was even on-board staff of some (who were in the other far less appealing than the
outward), the police Uzbek and Kazakh usually treated like dirt. while I as a tourist Western times out again and was stood and watched from outside, they were insulted and ridiculed by looking just at the border and tried to them as much money as possible to be deducted. It's been a experience that in little time to witness first hand from all over and see. I say this explicitly but also must take precedence over that Russian officials against the Uzbeks and Kazakhs far less against the people and really were more correct. coolly and objectively performed the service its easy.
what else I drive from the large remained in memory, the Aral Sea was the one got to see a bit more and the trip across the river Ural.
was when I finally arrived in Moscow, was said to drive it underground. and this, after I had in Tashkent nor by bombing just heard this. one eyed "passengers" much more alert and suspicious as usual. But what struck me particularly was the fact that the basic sequence seemed to have changed anything. no longer controls, no special security measures ... However, the abundance of people who use the Moscow underground a day, would always go hard or not at all, any, or at least many, as well as to control forever. of personal power in the Berlin subway for example, seems almost silly.
I was still safe and sound at the train station in the Belarusian and could therefore prima take the night train to Warsaw. the rest of the journey was then just a snap and besides the fact that I was in Poland metropolis björn bernd Biele met, no further mention.
so that was now in my entire usbekistanreise, so I blog for the first at this point to stop. I've done but, even more travel more widely and come here to divulge to write. in december so it is here perhaps more exciting, more or less.
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