Uzbekistan – Passing though time in the kingdom of Blue
My memory of Uzbekistan Full of cops in the street in Tashkent F o u r c i t i e s o f h i g h l i g h t s , Tashkent, Bukhara, Khiva and Samarkand. Only Metro in Central Asia, Tashkent, Lovely D e s e r t C a r a v a n s a n d architecture in Uzbekistan let you taste the history Amazing Bazaar allowed you to understand the life of middle age T h e L e s s o n o f U z b e k Language in Train was the wonderful class for me Bukhara, Living in the history
Tashkent ~ The Pretty City in Central Asia
Eat watermaloon in winter
Urgut , Sunday Bazaar
Barrar ~ Unlimited power You can find: Camels, Horse, Dogs, Sheep……. Carpet Musical instruments Silk Tradition Clothing Ceramic Figurine Horse Whips and Saddle
It is not supermarket; I swear there was an ultra-market. Any seconds you would see the market was full of energy and power. The people yelled . The money paid . The animal walked . The business did . The time passed . The memory carried . In eternity.
Pho-to-to- Pho-to-to- Photo-to- Pho-to-to-, in the Bazaar. If you have camera, you will be a king/queen over there. A billion of people beg you to take the photo for them. Though the lens to observe their eyes faces and hairs, I swear I met a pure soul human in the global. I swear.
Samarkand
The Land of Blue Dome, Islam Kingdom
The land of Uzbekistan, The great impression of their culture. I fancy on being the part of history. The taste of Uzbekistan was nomadic, the time freeze a thousand of year ago. The steppe was boundless. The people kept to wear the tradition. It is my pleased to be a part of Central Asia. I felt
This is tomb! Travel enrich what I see, what I smell, what I taste, what I hear. The culture of Islam in Central Asia satisfied my curiosity.
BE A TOMBER
Ye s , v i s i t i n g t h e sightseeing at night was our (I and Sam), queer habit. The experience of explorer was amazing. Entered the gate quiet and passing the tunnel explore the chamber of the golden tomb.
The lesson of Uzbek Ha, I jumped in the train from Samarkand to Khiva at mid-night. The local helped to find some spaces to fit me in and sleep‌ uncomfortable. After the day o f m o r n i n g , l o v e l y. I r e a d m y phrasebook and started my lesson from locals. I learnt and applied the Uzbek . Driving all passengers in the cargo laughed from my badylanguage. The wonderful memory
for my life.
Khiva
Khiva, the Caravans town. The high, bricky wall behind the town, I discovered that the feeling of Silk Road and the life of Caravans passed over there before. Although the town is too touristy, it eases to be caravanserai. One camel, some silk, water and imagine.
Bukharar The last station of Uzbekistan. Sooooooo Tried to travel so many place within several days. Therefore, I decided to spend my Christmas holiday in Bukhana. Lovely town in Uzbekistan. In the old town, I met the Olympic sportsman from moocow, who taught us how to cook tradition food. Relaxing in the old town, the locals are very friendly. Even I can hear the dog to say “halo� to me.
Photo by SAM. Thanks, Sam. My buddy in Uzbekistan. The last day we go to hammomi (traditional bath in Central Asia) And, We enjoyed the day of blue kingdom very much. Thanks Sam very much. Missing.
I shut my eyes in order to see. ~ Paul Gauguin
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Samarkand , Registan , by SAM Oman