Friday 11 June 2010
Today we drive to Samarkand. We are by violent thunder woke about Bukhara is brewing a storm.
After breakfast we go to Samarkand. But first it is important to find a way out of town. We fight our Duch, the narrow, obstructed and fed bad parked streets and hope to hang anywhere.
Once we are out of the city outside, it's easy to go to Samarkand. But Samarkand is itself like Ali Baba's cave. The approach we have chosen us, unfortunately, locked Samarkand and internal state seems to be reformed completely. We're really close to the B & B that has the head of the Bukhara hotels recommended to us, but the access road is as sealed. We wonder through and finally there is someone who knows the owner. He drives us and guides us through and through construction sites and blocked roads.
Then we face the hotel, we could also make the car in the courtyard if the entrance to 3 cm would be too low. But who knows Matt knows that this is no obstacle. So the air from the springs and the roof-strength degraded, the woman on the rear bumper and already fits it. We stand in the courtyard of "Timur the Great."
In Samarkand, we will remain a total of 5 days. The city is really a high yield. The various palaces, mosques, mausoleums and madrasas are very far apart, however, and that means every day we walk up the heat is driving to the hotel.
Particularly impressive are the madrasa at the Registan. Using photographs in an exhibition in the Registan complex, one can understand how complicated the restoration and reconstruction of the complex and the other historic buildings in the city were.
On a journey through Uzbekistan, we noticed how different the individual cities and their Residents are yet. In Xhiva was all so friendly and open. The Kassierein sitting in the gateway to the old, has its office next to him some slack and in Samarkand the ticket agent in Fort Knox
In the hotel we have then in the evening time the game clock 23:30 Germany -. Australia is experiencing . We wondered already, that other guests were the game for so interesting that they stayed up so long, we held them for Uzbeks because they have to chat with the host in Uzbek. In the half-time when it looked pretty bad for Australia, we were told by the son of the house, that one man is Australian and lives in Unbekistan. He then went to the half-time not back.
Thursday 10 June 2010
Our last day in Bukhara. We get up very early, because tonight is the current and therefore the air conditioning failed and the room is already uncomfortably warm to 7:00. During the breakfast a French family sitting at the next table, a young woman working in and with their Kirkisien Eltern eine Rundreise u.a. auch in Usbekistan macht. Da für den 27. Juni ein Referendum über das Grundgesetz ansteht, rechnet man um diese Zeit wieder mit Krawallen. Wir bekommen aber eine Telefonnummer in der deutschen Botschaft und außerdem nnoch die private Nummer der Frau und somit ein klein bißchen mehr Sicherheit.
Beim Spaziergang in die Stadt fallen uns in einer kleinen Seitenstrasse, wo wir eigentlich in einem B&B übernachten wollten dort aber das Auto in einer wirklich sehr engen Gasse gestanden wäre, zwei Motorräder mit deutschem Kennzeichen auf. Wir fagen die zwei Männer woher und wohin und dabei stellt sich heraus, dass der jünger der beiden aus Lohr stammt und sich schon gewundert hat, from MSP who is the go here.
Then we meet even the veterans of Ferghana again, two come to our table and there is of course again an interesting but tough call. At the next table is already celebrated, there are Uzbek soup, which is washed down with Wokda, at least it's already 09:00 clock. These men are aware of the strange company at our table and ask. It turns out that the four men were stationed also at least 2 in the former East Germany as soldiers, in Hall and somewhere in the vicinity of Berlin - must have been stationed in Germany half Uzbekistan.
We say goodbye become final Today Matt has a bit of stomach and intestinal problems, and go back to our room. At 10:30 clock jumps until the stream and then the air conditioning back on. Air conditioners run all over again at full speed and probably falls soon out of power.
We now have the waypoints and routes for the next stages entered into the GPS, we want to take the A380 and M39 to Samarkand.
Wednesday 09 June 2010
Today we drive to Samarkand. We are by violent thunder woke about Bukhara is brewing a storm.
After breakfast we go to Samarkand. But first it is important to find a way out of town. We fight our Duch, the narrow, obstructed and fed bad parked streets and hope to hang anywhere.
Once we are out of the city outside, it's easy to go to Samarkand. But Samarkand is itself like Ali Baba's cave. The approach we have chosen us, unfortunately, locked Samarkand and internal state seems to be reformed completely. We're really close to the B & B that has the head of the Bukhara hotels recommended to us, but the access road is as sealed. We wonder through and finally there is someone who knows the owner. He drives us and guides us through and through construction sites and blocked roads.
In Samarkand, we will remain a total of 5 days. The city is really a high yield. The various palaces, mosques, mausoleums and madrasas are very far apart, however, and that means every day we walk up the heat is driving to the hotel.
Particularly impressive are the madrasa at the Registan. Using photographs in an exhibition in the Registan complex, one can understand how complicated the restoration and reconstruction of the complex and the other historic buildings in the city were.
On a journey through Uzbekistan, we noticed how different the individual cities and their Residents are yet. In Xhiva was all so friendly and open. The Kassierein sitting in the gateway to the old, has its office next to him some slack and in Samarkand the ticket agent in Fort Knox
In the hotel we have then in the evening time the game clock 23:30 Germany -. Australia is experiencing . We wondered already, that other guests were the game for so interesting that they stayed up so long, we held them for Uzbeks because they have to chat with the host in Uzbek. In the half-time when it looked pretty bad for Australia, we were told by the son of the house, that one man is Australian and lives in Unbekistan. He then went to the half-time not back.
Thursday 10 June 2010
Our last day in Bukhara. We get up very early, because tonight is the current and therefore the air conditioning failed and the room is already uncomfortably warm to 7:00. During the breakfast a French family sitting at the next table, a young woman working in and with their Kirkisien Eltern eine Rundreise u.a. auch in Usbekistan macht. Da für den 27. Juni ein Referendum über das Grundgesetz ansteht, rechnet man um diese Zeit wieder mit Krawallen. Wir bekommen aber eine Telefonnummer in der deutschen Botschaft und außerdem nnoch die private Nummer der Frau und somit ein klein bißchen mehr Sicherheit.
Beim Spaziergang in die Stadt fallen uns in einer kleinen Seitenstrasse, wo wir eigentlich in einem B&B übernachten wollten dort aber das Auto in einer wirklich sehr engen Gasse gestanden wäre, zwei Motorräder mit deutschem Kennzeichen auf. Wir fagen die zwei Männer woher und wohin und dabei stellt sich heraus, dass der jünger der beiden aus Lohr stammt und sich schon gewundert hat, from MSP who is the go here.
Then we meet even the veterans of Ferghana again, two come to our table and there is of course again an interesting but tough call. At the next table is already celebrated, there are Uzbek soup, which is washed down with Wokda, at least it's already 09:00 clock. These men are aware of the strange company at our table and ask. It turns out that the four men were stationed also at least 2 in the former East Germany as soldiers, in Hall and somewhere in the vicinity of Berlin - must have been stationed in Germany half Uzbekistan.
We say goodbye become final Today Matt has a bit of stomach and intestinal problems, and go back to our room. At 10:30 clock jumps until the stream and then the air conditioning back on. Air conditioners run all over again at full speed and probably falls soon out of power.
We now have the waypoints and routes for the next stages entered into the GPS, we want to take the A380 and M39 to Samarkand.
Wednesday 09 June 2010
Today it is already extremely hot after breakfast. We had planned to visit the Ark, the fortified. We fight our way through the old town, always on the lookout a little shade.
The Ark is open, but the individual exhibits are closed. Thus, we can not even in the different buildings or rooms. But the tickets, they are all manufactured to meet the individual in a receipt book, are also still valid tomorrow.
All we see of the castle, is unfortunately in very bad condition.
near the Ark is the Bolo -Hauz complex, the only monument of medieval architecture in Bukhara, from the a pool, a Friday mosque and a minaret is. Particularly beautiful are the colorful and very aufwending heads carved pillars of the mosque.
forces after a lunch at the Labi Hauz us the heat in our air-conditioned hotel room. As we go
straight to the entrance is a well-known motorcycle us, we actually do not recognize the vehicle or the driver, but the unconventional loading the machine - it is the Frenchman Luc, we have experienced in Xhiva. But he sees our car and us and continues until next time. We will walk us through the way somehow.
Start After a long siesta, we again in the old town. We want to "Chor-Minor Medrese", the ewas is away from the other historic buildings.
The architecture of this differs from the traditional madrasa scheme of the other buildings, it has four minarets with blue domes , each of which has its own form.
burns The sun, we go back to the shadow looking back to the old town to the Labi Hauz, and as he comes to us zugeschlendert, Luc. He lives in a hotel in our area has seen are even our car. He runs back a bit with us, we talk, he now knows where we live and we are confident again see. try
When Kukeldasch Madrassah at Labi-Hauz, older men in traditional Uzbek clothing Basaball hats on, merh for fun. One of them falls to well that we get to enjoy it, even how his supporters react to his disguise. 1,2,3 and we are in conversation, it covers the baseball hats and erzaählt they come from Fergana and he was stationed in 1972 with the Soviet army in Weimar and Eisenach. They invite us for dinner are not disappointed when we reject with thanks. We want to be yet a group photo. After the photo is the first thanked each other warmly and kissed her violently! And then agreed that they come back after dinner and want to get prints. And it also happens on time at 21:00 clock we meet, they are happy and really seem surprised that we have kept our word.
now in the evening after the heat of the day has subsided, the inhabitants of Bukhara come back on the streets, life begins, the children play.
One more day, then it goes to Samarkand.
forces after a lunch at the Labi Hauz us the heat in our air-conditioned hotel room. As we go
straight to the entrance is a well-known motorcycle us, we actually do not recognize the vehicle or the driver, but the unconventional loading the machine - it is the Frenchman Luc, we have experienced in Xhiva. But he sees our car and us and continues until next time. We will walk us through the way somehow.
burns The sun, we go back to the shadow looking back to the old town to the Labi Hauz, and as he comes to us zugeschlendert, Luc. He lives in a hotel in our area has seen are even our car. He runs back a bit with us, we talk, he now knows where we live and we are confident again see. try
now in the evening after the heat of the day has subsided, the inhabitants of Bukhara come back on the streets, life begins, the children play.
One more day, then it goes to Samarkand.
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