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Boukara of May 5 to 12

At the left of the e f RONTIERS Uzbek taxi drivers swarm around me, pulling me by the arm to their own taxi then argue screaming. I definitely do not like taxi drivers.
I end up in one, then turned round to greet the other passengers. Three huge smile full of gold respond to my hello. This will be one of the pictures I have of Uzbekistan.

In Uzbekistan, I am actually back in Asia. The population is the result of interbreeding between Millennium Persian, Turkish, Arabic, Greek, Mongolian and Chinese which were added more recently the Russians and the Koreans after the war. It is impossible to define the screw age of Uzbekistan. I would say it has its eyes very slightly flanged, straight brown hair, the back of the head is flat but it has not flattened the nose of China. Women have the appearance of Eurasian gypsy or sometimes. They are cute young but life can be spared not. The majority of Uzbek
married wear a flowered dress over a long underwear in the same fabric, often synthetic, damage to one of the leading producers of cotton. The heads are covered with colorful scarves equally.
Men are rarely dressed in the traditional way, by cons they often wear some kind of cap embroidered. As in all countries, the wealthier classes are dressed in Western style. One feels that one is here at the crossroads of peoples of West and East. Here stopped the progression of the Arabs, but also to the Buddhist religion. This place has benefited from its strategic position to develop cities rich and prosperous business leaving a rich historical heritage and beautiful. Boukara Sarmarcande and are the two jewels untouched by history.

I stopped a few days Boukara, places and downs drawings make this a charming and pleasant even with the tourists who agglutinate. Madrassas, mosques and caravanserai are sometimes remarkable. The majority of these were built during the reign of Shaybanids who made it their capital.
The Soviets tried to eradicate Islam, madrassas are more than places selling souvenirs and carpets often enough ugly, it is the same for some mosques. The city takes a little look of a city museum. These places are not the atmosphere full of students of madrassas and mosques Iranian.

Christophe, a Belgian traveler, kept me company for a few days and ended up leaving for Tashkent following a dog bite. I realized my chance until now have not had any health problems, communication problems and sometimes unhealthy places hospitals in these less developed countries (although the USSR has allowed the development of many infrastructure and training of doctors) can lead to real anguish that only a return to the house to relieve them.

After five days, I finally emerge from my lethargy and resumed my journey towards Sarmarcande.
Sarmarcande is a relatively modern city and the agréab . The Russians have built Victorian houses, the avenues are wide and lined with plane trees. The old city does not have much interest but few streets retain a certain charm with old traditional houses.
Tamerlane left here some of the finest Islamic monuments of Central Asia. Sometimes it is curious to see this man who was one of the bloodiest conquerors of history but also one of the most discerning patrons of his time. Today he is revered by the Uzbeks, the country's unity was partly built around the myth since independence.

The Registan is the most famous landmark with its three magnificent madrasas, we imagine the place filled with merchants, camel, from the Silk Road. Tourists have replaced these colorful markets. The sunset is reflected in the façade, which then becomes entirely golden.

The most beautiful monuments to me is the Shahr-i-Zindah the family mausoleum of Tamerlane and favorites. The maus olées are linked along a lane on a small hill, 15 domes rise above the walls are sand-colored brick and facades are covered with very fine ceramics of intense blue. It is a true masterpiece.

A young student, a Jewish family in Samarkand was proposed to me to discover the nightlife. We started with a blues bar, nice enough served by the young Russian, Korean and Armenian and have chained by a nightclub in a basement, the same had drunk vodka at a music both Uzbek and International pop a bit cheesy. Very few women seem Uzbek out here.
Samarkand
I left with a terrible hangover, promising not to be touched, broken promise ...