You’ve seen enough mosques, so today I’ll focus on a few curious situations I came across while travelling in Uzbekistan.
The first thing you do upon arrival in Uzbekistan, like anywhere else, is changing currency. You need to go to the black market, because official exchange rates are ridiculous. However…Beware! You can’t just go with a wallet, since the wad of banknotes you’ll receive will be really bulky. For a 100 US$ note you’ll get about 380,000-385,000 som. The Government doesn’t print notes of a higher denomination than 1,000 som, so you’ll pack at least 380 notes. Take a bag!! 🙂
Most travellers go to the capital, Tashkent, sooner or later. It is a city laid on a Russian style, with broad avenues and monumental buildings. It isn’t considered one of the “jewels” of the country (Khiva, Bukhara, Samarkand). Nevertheless, many travellers stay there for some time while sorting out their next visas for Central Asian countries, such as Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Kazakhstan, China or Iran. If you stay in one of the two guesthouses that cater to backpackers you’ll hear loads of terrible stories about this, because…getting the visas for Central Asia is a nightmare!!
The city is very policed, you find army officers everywhere. Sometimes they will ask for your passport or to open your bag. This is a result of the policies by current president Ismail Karimov, who’s been in power since USSR times. He is better known in the country as “Papa” (the father of the country, self-explanatory).
Most interesting in Tashkent are some of the markets, very colourful and traditional as elsewhere in the region:
The best way to travel around the country is by train. I had to take my first steps in Russian and Uzbek to buy the train tickets for the day in the week when I actually wanted to travel :), and also for not being saddled with the tourist train, much more expensive.
Those are sleeper trains, quite comfortable, I even managed to get some sleep. But for the first couple of hours I was really busy. As I was the only foreigner in the carriage, everybody wanted to strike a conversation with me. But since I don’t speak Uzbek or Russian and they don’t speak English, communication was rather difficult. They asked me: “don’t you speak Russian?? (surprised) Why don’t you speak Russian??!!” 🙂 That question would’ve been funny in my country, but here Russian acts as lingua franca for international communication in the region, much more than English.
I could also realize how famous my country is in the region. Of course, that is only because of football. As soon as I mentioned my nationality , they started crying: “Spain champion Europe!! Barcelona, Real Madrid!!” “Which city are you from, Barcelona or “Real Madrid”??” [sic] 🙂
In Central Asia one of the most interesting things is meeting other travellers. They are totally different to those you find in more popular regions such as Southeast Asia or South America. They tend to be older (no 18-year old boys on a gap year), really interesting and with an amazing travel experience. Most of them travel for months across the region. Some Asians but most Europeans, many of them French as apparently the Silk Road is a popular concept there. What striked me most was the big percentage of cyclists. Some of them had come cycling from Belgium, Switzerland or Holland, what seems to me no mean feat.
Since there are not so many travellers and just a few hostels in the region, eventually you come across the same people criss-crossing the region. Someone you met in Samarkand could well be two weeks later in Kyrgyzstan, or someone you saw in Bukhara could be next to you in the queue for a visa in Tashkent. It is somewhat familiar, with everybody sharing their experiences.
Travelling to the East of the country, towards Fergana Valley, there are no trains or buses, and shared taxis are the only option.
I couldn’t tell whether it’s my bad luck or the usual thing, but we would always have a flat tyre. We would also stop frequently for buying watermelons, cheese or anything else along the road, so you need to take it easy. As it was Ramadan at the time, at sunset we would stop for breaking the fast with a big dinner (even though many Muslims here are not strict with Ramadan).
I arrived to Kokand, the first important city in Fergana and former capital of the Khanate. This region is known for being more conservative and Muslim than the rest of the country.
The next cities in my route were Fergana and Andijon (infamous for the massacre of anti-Karimov Islamic protestors in 2005). After that, I crossed the frontier to Kyrgyzstan and I continued my journey through the Fergana Valley. I’ll tell you about that in the next post.