Posts From Uzbekistan

Crossing the border from Tajikistan into Uzbekistan was a long drawn out affair, so dear reader please bare with me it is going to take a while to tell this story.

This morning when we woke all our hosts of last night had departed and the place was silent, cool, and deserted. We took advantage of the morning peace and cool to prepare for the day with the usual myriad of chores.

Todays task or challenge was to find our hotel in Samarkand and organize to park the truck there. But of course the first step was to get out of our river valley, back to Zomin and from there find the main road to Samarkand. Now we seemed to have accomplished this and were following a rural road (which had passed through a number of desert villages and their conjested markets) and were just about to rejoin a main road when we came upon a narrow low railway underpass - no more than 10 feet high. While I was sitting there contemplating a 60 km retracement and detour Nina noticed that a local farmer was pointing us down a dusty goat track. With no really good options she convinced me to follow this advice and after about 5 miles of the dustiest trail we have yet traveled we eventually found ourselves on the main Tashkent-Samarkand road.

When we woke Wednesday morning we discovered that the electricity in the hotel (and the surrounding neighbourhood) was "out" and it remained that way for the next day and a half. Later in the day this situation would cause an interesting traffic event that we thought accurately demonstrated the difference between drivers in "the emerging world" and drivers countries where "road rules" have more effect on behaviour; but I will come back to that a little later.

This morning we packed, said our goodbyes and were in the truck trying to navigate our way along the rough and busy Penjikent road towards the Samarkand ring route by 8:30. The first of our "on the road" chores was to try and find some diesel fuel. Fuel of any description is scarce in Uzbekistan as they have no oil supplies of their own and diesel and petrol/gasoline/benzene is all imported. Most local vehicles are running on compressed gas of some form which is much cheaper and more readily available as Uz has ample domestic supplies of natural gas. Fuel stations are an interesting sight, there are many derelict stations along the highway and also many new stations under construction. Of the ones that are established and appear working, many are actually closed as they either have no fuel to sell or are only selling it to locals. Thus we felt very fortunate this morning when we managed to buy 50 liters of diesel at 2800 soms per litre (US$1.07 per litre or just a little over $4 / gal).

The 80 kms into Bukhara this morning was through flat hot country. Initially somewhat desolate but increasingly inhabited as we got closer. We had lost a little altitude since Samarkand (700 m down to 250 m) so the morning was hot, 85°F by 10:30. On the outskirts of Bukhara we found a fuel station selling diesel at 3750 soms per liter ($5.45 / gal) and then we ran into the now expected no trucks sign on the towns main entrance road. After a little looking around we found an alternative and managed to get within 2 km of our hotel, the Kabir. I left Nina to look after the truck while I walked to the hotel to find its exact location. There was a bit of confusion at the hotel as I expected that they would have arranged a parking place for us, but they seemed to know nothing about it. After a bit of looking around I found the parking lot of the Asia Hotel only about 300 meters from the Kabir.

Our 3 days in Bukhara were nice and relaxing. We spent the morning and afternoons of each day out seeing the buildings and other sites and during the middle of the day we hid from the sun and heat in our nicely air conditioned room. The "center piece" of Bukharas list of old buildings is perhaps the Kalon Minaret which is 880 years old, stands 47 meters tall. The guide book claims that when Ghengis Kan invaded this part of the world he was so impressed by the astoundingly tall structure that he ordered it not destroyed. In addition to the minaret there are a number of famous mosques and medrasses in varying states of repair and all showing variations on the blue tiled domes and decorations. Another major building (whats left of it) is called the Ark it is the citadel or fort of the city. This is Bukharas oldest historic structure and was occupied from the 5th century until 1920 when it was bomded by the Russians. In the photos below note the unusual rounded buttreses in the outer walls.

Now we are headed for Khiva and we have 2 nights on the road. Not far out of Bukhara the country side changed to low brush and sand to signal that we are truely in the Kyzylkum desert. We are both pleased to see that the weather forecasts we have been reading for the past couple of days are accurate and that the temperatures have moderated. Thus even though we are in the desert with no shade in sight the day is pleasant and the temperatures peaked at 85°F. The past few days in Bukhara the maximum temperature was well over 100°F.

We had a rare treat today; really good road. Not long after getting underway this morning the road transformed from broken down tarmac to nice new concrete and more over it continued for much of the days drive. Apparently a German company has been contracted to build a modern concrete 4-lane divided roadway. So far only 2 of the 4 lanes are open but never the less those two lanes were drivers heaven. Just to remind ourseves that it is possible we had a brief burst of travel at 110 km/h (70 mph).

Today we got another lesson regarding the disadvantages of tall vehicles. The good German road of yesterday was no where to be seen as we wound our way over rural roads back to the main E40 highway, and then along a very rough road to Urgench the largest city in the area. Fortunately Urgench has a ring route that was evident on our GPS map and so we were saved the struggle of navigating the center of the city. From Urgench to Khiva the road was very good except for the fact that an electric trolley bus service operates on that road and the overhead wires that provide power to the buses vary in height from 5+ meters (which is plenty high enough for our truck to clear) to under 3 meters (which is defintely NOT high enough for our truck). So we had an interesting 20 km drive into Khiva trying to avoid low electrical wires and other traffic.

Yesterday afternoon at a local super market we met a local English speaking guide (he helped us figure out the check out procedure). During the course of this morning we arranged with him by phone and sms to have a tour of the highlights of the old city.

Today was to be "a last look at Khiva" day and so we headed into the old city to re-visit some of the buildngs of yesterday (and try to remember what the guide told us). Along the way we bumped into a number of wedding parties using the old city and its buildings for their photo shoots and in the process giving the hordes of tourists some photo opportunities. It seemed a little surprising to us that the young couples seemed not to have a problem with their wedding parties becoming tourist attractions.

Today was mostly an uneventful day of traveling to the town of Nukkus (or Nokis) from which we will (tomorrow) take a 2 day 1 night tour to the rapidly vanishing Aral Sea. We left Khiva before 9:00 am hoping to avoid some of the traffic on the road back to Urgench with its low trolley-bus wires; a strategy that was somewhat successful. There after our route took us through some more flat cotton farming areas and then into the desert for the bulk of the trip to Nukkus.

I am sure that most people know of the Aral Sea, a large body of previously fresh water that has been steadily disapearing since the 1960s. It is famous (or maybe infamous) as a stark example of environmental mismanagement resulting from the introduction of large scale cotton farming and associated massive irrigation on Uzbekistan territory during Soviet times. We were here to see this "wonder of the world" and to do so "while it is still there" - as the Lonely Planet guide book suggests.

We were awake in time to watch the sun rise over the Aral Sea - a very pretty sight. Indeed the entire camping experience had been good/pretty. It is a long time since we have camped (in a tent) in a desert and the whole experience had caused us to reflect on our camping days in Australia.

Day 169 of our Central Asian journey was a day full of chores preparing for tomorrows crossing into Turkmenistan; not very interesting to anyone including us..