A couple of people have picked up on a remark I made in passing a couple of posts ago, and said Really? Uzbekistan?
So yes, Uzbekistan. Samarkand, Bukhara, Khiva and Karakalpakstan, actually. Silk Road capitals. Blue tiles, medieval cities. Mosques, madrassahs, and mausoleums. Spice markets, brightly-wrapped women, piles of flatbread. Bottles of vodka on the table to go with the plov. A yurt camp next to an empty ancient fortress atop a desert cliff. A moonless night and star-strewn sky; awakening to the braying of camels. (If you don’t agree that camels bray, click the video at the end and listen and then you tell me.) Endless fields of cotton and, sorrowfully, one former freshwater lake drained to feed them, fishing towns and boats alike now stranded. And the world’s oldest Koran, from the 600s, still stained with blood from a murder centuries ago.
There now. You’ve been on our magic carpet ride.