Tashkent 4 I should tell you what I am up to



 

Well I am on a “5 Stans Tour” think of it as all the Stan’s except “Afgani” and Paki” although there is also “Dagi” but nobody goes there without body armor on.




Think of it as a trip along the Silk Road well the middle bit anyway.
We are starting in Uzbekistan not overly big it is the 56th country by size and 41st by population at 30 million.


It used to be part of the Russian federation but gained (gained mmm) independence 31st August 1991. Economy Cotton, Gold, Uranium, Natural Gas.


It is double land locked which means all the countries surrounding it are also landlocked. (there are only 2 of these which is the other one).


It contains the Jewels of the Silk Road Khiva, Buchara and Samarkand which traditionally belonged to Tajikistan however Stalin who decided borders put them in Uzbekistan.


There are emerging as a nation in their own right but still retain some of the paranoia of their past masters which was shown by them stopping one of our tour after she took a photo in a metro station and making her delete it not sure what they were hiding down there but whatever it’s thier country.




Today we visit the capital which is neatly laid out with quite a few new buildings which are a feature of the “Stan’s” as they start to spend some of the oil / gas money which is flowing in very fast these days.


On the other side there are lots and lots of the tatty old three story Russian style of building I was used to seeing around the Moscow region.




A fleeting tour of the “old city” and I mean fleeting we only saw one sort of back entry and so starved for something of significance we all took several pictures of a car which pulled up


 


Next was the Chorsu Bazaar which is one of those large
colorful open style markets which we used to have at home but lost when Super and Hyper markets became the norm.


Lots of local people going about their daily business buying their essentials from food to brushes and pots and pans.


This place whilst being quite busy was never the less friendly and everyone was slightly curious about this bus load of pale people who appeared and wandered around for 30 minutes photographing them.


 




All very good natured an we could have spent much longer but ever onward we a quickly shussed back onto the coach and are off to the Abu Bakr Kaffal Shashi Mausoleum. A famous imam and scientist, jurist and poet. He was born in the city of Shash. He studied in Khorasan, Baghdad, a hajj, had completed his education in Syria. After his in 976 his grave became a worship place. Over a grave there was constructed mausoleum. However it collapsed over time and in 1541-42 was erected a new mausoleum on the same spot


 

 


A minor episode distracts us for a while as one of the group falls over a tomb which is unfortunate as she gashes both shins.


Worryingly the thing is at least 2 feet of the ground and she did not see it somehow and goes down pole axed for a while while various plasters and bandages are produced.

On the plus side we seem to be fairly well equipped for most medical emergencies which is never a bad thing


 

Tashkent 3






So there we were at a little coffee stand in the middle of a delightful park asking the café owner for two white coffees when it occurred to me that we might want to check which currency to use.


Interestingly we had with us British Pounds, American Dollars, Euros, credit / debit cards from five different countries but all to no avail as what we really needed was Uzbekistan Som. Who would have guessed that three of the main currencies in the world would not be useful well you learn something every day.


We did in the end find someone who would take dollars (they do need to be pristine no creases or folds accepted) it was at a burger bar attached to a cinema complex a little further down the road.


On payment after what was some very strong coffee the lady did give us rather a large amount of change which threw us a little. There seemed to be a lot of bank notes which looked impressive but in reality were small demomination. To be clear 1000 Uzbekistan Som equals 30 UK pence or 46 US cents and the largest bank note they have is 1000 so this will be fun. 


 


Back at the hotel for a couple of hours relaxing we identify out tour guide Jonathon and try and get some money changed as we will be in the country on and off for a few days. I though $100 would be enough for the next few days


the photo shows exactly what I got 200+ of 1000 Som notes.




 

Anyway at least I can now pay for my massage which was a story not worth
telling as we checked and the hotel only take Som as well and only preapproved cards.


Dinner with our tour group was spent trying to remember names and not confusing Americans with Canadians (they are never happy to be mixed up).


Soup and minced beef on a stick a vodka or two and next you know its breakfast again and this time I avoid ordering eggs.


 

Jonathan wants us to check our cases are all there as there as he thinks there is one missing. looking at the line of bags (around 25) I do not see mine.


I have tied nice bright yellow ribbon on it (Supplied by Lan (Judi’s mum)) so I can pick it out in an instant but it’s not there. Looking around I do spy it on another trolley making its way through the door.


I stop the porter and haul my bag off and place it with the rest. These are then left outside on the pavement by our coach and as I am saying hello to people in our tour group and desperately trying to remember names I spy a different bell hop dash over and yank my case out of the pile and run off with it. I shout as loud and I can and whilst I get everyone else’s attention not his and he is busy stuffing the case into a different coach.


I of course intervene and drag it out but the guy is adamant it must go on this bus as it is on his list. You have to admire his conviction if not his accuracy as he is wrong as it is not actually on his list as we check and my room number is not there but he is still holding firmly onto my bag.
(My head is already worrying about what I would have done if I had not spotted him one set of clothes for 21 days not something I want to contemplate for too long).


A few other hotel staff join in our discussion then the tour guide and both coach drivers before the “Day Manager” orders the guy to let go of my case which he is not particularly happy about but does concede and I watch it go safely into our transport.


This day manager is now delaying our departure as he repeatedly bows and
shakes my had and apologizes over and over again until I use one hand to grab his arm giving me purchase to pull the other from his grasp. I smile and say just wait for my “Trip Advisor” review sunshine.

 


Only been on this “Vacation” for  one and a half days and already I am
getting a bit weary.

 


Anyway once aboard we set of sightseeing around Tashkent first stop Amir
Timer Square Doh!! at least I can buy coffee there now.


 


 


 


 


    

Tashkent 2







Hotel shot from the last posting



Decided to take a walk around and stretch the legs a bit.
Mike has acquired a city map so no problem getting around and with his handy compass I am pretty sure we will be ok. (Mike for future reference is my Father in law)

It is quite warm (around 30c) which does not bode well for the padded jacket and scarf I have packed we shall see.

First sight is listed as a Photographic exhibition (Ташкентский
Дом Фотографии) which I am pretty sure is Photography, Well its open and free so it would be rude not to so in we go.



Some fairly interesting oil paintings and we are accompanied all the way around by the guard who is insisting on pointing to each picture as we walk past (as if we needed help). Several big rooms full of paintings all local scenes and I have to say they are ok nothing I need to rave about but well executed (no pictures allowed).



The one thing which does strike us is that there are actually “no” photographs at all which for a Photography exhibition seems slightly odd.



We move on past the Congress center a tall white marble edifice which is very
impressive, where the guards are hiding in the shade of the trees and cross a 5
lane road to gardens of Amir Timur Square. We need to read up on our Uzbekistan history as this guy seems important.






Not too many people around but a sprinkling of them sitting on benches and kids playing, it soon becomes apparent that we are becoming the center of attention. People are surreptitiously taking pictures of us.



Now we are not standing out particularly although we are the only none locals around so not a problem for a while but it all begins to get a little out of hand when people want to take a picture of us two old Europeans smiling alongside their children (this won’t we the last time this happens on this trip). This continues for a while until we decide it is getting a little warm and we should continue and find a drink somewhere in the shade







day 2 or 3 depending on how you count

Category: Personal

Well travel days are always interesting, first flight is to Moscow which I know well,  what I had forgotten was how much duty free they buy and how much they can cram into the overhead lockers.
Lunch was chicken with noodles or lamb with buckwheat given I expect to eat a lot of Plov in the near future I went for the chicken because as we know everything tastes like chicken.
2 beers to keep our spirits up cost $21 which is also a reminder we are in Moscow and in an airport as well. 
A couple of hours to kill before the next flight which will be interesting, off to Tashkent in Uzbekistan we should arrive at around 3am which will be nice,  hope it’s quiet, 
Arrived 3:45 and 2 hours later exit the airport building, I could try and describe what happened but it would be difficult to believe.
So here we are in Tashkent in Uzbekistan at are rather plush hotel in the centre of town. A couple of hours sleep and though I would get some breakfast. They have  almost everything you could wish for except eggs.  
I ask and they say fine sir how many,
 2 say I,
 for 2 people they reply, 
 no 2 eggs for 1 person, 
fried?, 
yes said I, 
fried on one side or on both, 
on both sides say I.  
By now I am thinking how efficient they are however 10 minutes later an omelette turns up, l just eat and drink my coffee.
I will post a picture of my room later as it is the biggest single hotel room I haveever been in.
Also met a couple of our fellow travellers a couple from Miami
So we now only need a guide and17 other people and we can get off

Just hanging around

As today was a rest day I though I would take the opportunity to nip into Uxbridge on the bus. There is a website which gives you the timetable and on which will give you the exact position of each and every bus.

Armed with all this information I stand at the bus stop from 10:33 to 10:59 waiting for a bus which was due at 10:40. It would seem that no matter how much technology you have busses are stll late.
Adding insult to this I am nearly mown down by the thing when it finally arrived.  Screeching to a halt 20 meters past the stop I climb aboard to be told “sorry I didn’t see you there” the there being the bus stop and me being the guy waving frantically but whatever I am now on my way.

Uxbridge seems to be fairly modern and very busy. I have been living in the countryside for a while now and have become unaccustomed to large group’s of people, also every other shop seemed to sell mobile phones.
This along with the public houses (bars) seems to be the main but not the only source of enterprise for the town.
They also have a “Greggs” which if you are English would make you smile. One cheese and onion pastie later I am looking for a drink and order a white coffee only for the Barista to repeat my order back to me and add “do you want milk with that”. Not sure what they usually use to whiten their coffee and not sure I want to either.

Shopping done I return on the same bus I arrived on which has a schedule of travel every 30 minutes but turns up when it wants to.

Off to the airport again in the morning

2013 Adventure day one

Today was the first day of my grand vacation and I am more than a little bit sad to do so as the weather at home is delightful and the forcast is for more of the same, still everything is booked and paid for so no choice but to crack on.

 I drove through the French countryside with the dawn breaking, the sun rising behind me, and the early morning mist hanging low along the rolling hills and into a traffic jam on the Toulouse ring road, so some things never change.
I still arrived at the airport with lots of time to spare for my short flight to London.
To prepare myself for the coming weeks I though I would get some experience travelling on coaches so after flying from Toulouse to Gatwick I took a National Express coach to Heathrow and then a London Transport red bus to my destination for tonight which is Chalfont St Giles.

It was all quite an experience and a timely warning to me regarding how difficult it is to heave you luggage on and off. Note to self maybe I did pack a few more items than I really needed to perhaps I could jettison some of them before I start on the next leg of the journey. (Who would know apart from you and me)
One thing that struck me today was “Signage” I don’t mean I walked into something I mean how difficult it was to understand them. Lucky for me I am English and at least understood the actual words, I think in the coming weeks it will be me looking lost and forlorn staring at the signs. We shall see we shall see.

Nice web site for anyone who read to the end
http://www.flightradar24.com/IBE31PC

Once more with feeling

This is a test memo to text section on my Samsung Galaxy 3.8. I’m going to try and see  

 if  I can add a picture to the middle of them which would be good

This is fun

I need to set up a new account.
Help me to my password then more about how security make money promoting go daddy on your site she’s not right you Batman text ads to publish on your website, the restaurant sales you refer to go daddy.com.
How now brown cow this is how it all works sometimes south georgia really into things sometimes it’s easier well it is easier however it’s not exactly how I expected it surely little bit more complex and a little bit more precise than normal so where is my car and this is where to sell your old is I said some ass can well that’s funny s a m a r k a and e have you seen this is going to be really funny I don’t know how long I can talk probably 5 minutes I’ll be home alan people attempt 

Speak soon Steve