Brekkie was a bit iffy. To be honest the hotel in Bukhara
has been far and away the worst food-wise. We finished our packing and seeing
the expression on the face of the hotel porter I carried out suitcases
downstairs myself.
We loaded up the coach and set off on another road trip.
Unlike the trip from Khiva, the roads onwards were rather
pot-holed. After two hours we found some feral toilets. The public toilets in Uzbekistan
are grim (to say the least), and every one has some local demanding
three thousand soms before you can use the place. Personally I think eighteen
pence to piss in a hole in the ground is overpriced, but what do I know? Today’s
toilet had some local chap taking the money who got incredibly over-excited
when he heard we were from the UK, and started telling everyone about how his
is a Manchester United fan.
After another two hours we were at our lunch stop. Lunch
was much the same as what we’ve come to expect – salad followed by soup
followed by a strange main course followed by melon.
And then back on the coach again to Shahriabs.
At Shahriabs we had a good wander round the Amir Timur
park. It would have been a better wander had it not been so hot. The coach told
us that he external temperature was forty-one degrees. But taking a selfie at
the statue and answering a couple of questions gave us the thumbs-up for an Earthcache.
Back to the coach and we drove off along fifty miles of
what we were assured was the worst highway in Uzbekistan. The driver was
slaloming around the pot holes rather impressively.
It was rather late by the time we finished our two hundred
mile road trip and we got to the hotel in Samarkand. Perhaps I did the place an
injustice, but from the outside the hotel did look like “Guest House Paradiso”.
Dinner wasn’t bad, but the beer was pricey, and the wi-fi
isn’t good.
I took a few photos
of today’s road trip.
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