I made my way from Samarkand to Bukhara today, and despite the common misconception, the trains do not necessarily run on time in a police state. I thought that I would need to get to the station in Samarkand a little early so that I could figure out how to get on the right train, but the correct one did not arrive until two hours later. As a result, I have not had much of a chance to explore this town, but I guess that’s not too much of a problem since I’ll be here for another three nights.
From what I can tell by my brief introduction to the town, although beautiful, four days may be a longer stay than needed here. I had scratched another town, Khiva, off of my list a while back because I thought that I would want to spend more time in each place, but now I’m not so sure that was a great decision. It turns out that this place is a little touristy, which tends to put a damper on my enthusiasm.
I don’t have many pictures from the day, but here are a few:
This was my breakfast spread at my B&B in Samarkand this morning, which was similar to what they served every morning, except there was usually a crepe. I got ripped off today, I guess. It was nice to have good fruit in the morning, and the apricots (usually yellow plums) were terrific. The tiny apples, however, were both bland and dry.
This was the nice lounging area at the place where I stayed in Samarkand. It was a great place to take a load off in the afternoon, especially when the proprietor's son brought around some fresh fruit and tea.
The proprietor's son could not stop smiling every time I saw him. However, when I took his picture, he immediately switched to the serious Uzbek photo face.
My arrival at my new B&B in Bukhara was greeted with this spread of tea and snacks.
I'm staying in what used to be a medrassa, in one of the former scholars' rooms. My door is the one that says 1/1, although I think that the room actually takes up three former dorm rooms. I'll have more photos of the whole complex tomorrow.
This medrassa in the center of town used to be a caravanserai, until the Khan decided that it looked too much like a medrassa not to be one.
This town seems to be full of these picturesque little streets.
If you squint really hard, you can almost imagine what this place must have been like 100 years ago.
The little girl in this picture is working on the local photo scowl.