STEBO'S BLOG

Samarkand Station We had breakfast at our hotel and packed our bags, afterwards we just waited in the garden for our taxi guy to arrive. Pomegranate While lounging around in the garden an older man arrived with a dead sheep and turned it into a family affair. First he ripped out the testicles by hand, skinning them, then he took out the liver, a lady was handed the intestines and she washed them in the sink. Very quickly cars started arriving and bags of meat were handed out

Our driver Breakfast was a relatively simple affair, some sweaty cheeses that had been lying out for too long, and some very sad looking fried eggs that looked like they had been abused, and the bread was like cardboard. At the cemetery At 12:00 our taxi driver and guide arrived and took us to a Jewish grave, we didn't enter but took a few pictures outside there was also an observatory he told us about that we also just took pictures of. 40 shades of blue We also went to a be

The train to Samarkand At the reception of our hotel the young guy ordered us a taxi to the railways station, quite an impressive soviet style building. The driver was not happy as he realised the nice guy at the reception had actually paid him via the app but I gladly paid the cash which I assume he gave to the hotel guy. The train seat I tried to sleep on the journey to Samarkand, but at a certain point I noticed dry brown mountains and very arid looking landscapes. Samarka