Uzbekistan – Passing though time in the kingdom of Blue

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Tashkent ~ The Pretty City in Central Asia

Eat watermaloon in winter

Urgut , Sunday Bazaar

B a r r a r ~ U n l i m i t e d power

You can find: Camels,Horse,Dogs,Sheep……. Carpet Musicalinstruments Silk TraditionClothing CeramicFigurine HorseWhipsandSaddle

It is not supermarket; I swear there was an ultra-market. Any seconds you would see the market was full of energy and power. The people yelled . The money paid . The animal walked . The business did . The time passed . The memory carried. In eternity.

Pho-to-to- Pho-to-to- Pho-to-to- Pho-to-to-, in the Bazaar. If you have camera, you will be a king/queen over there. A billion of people beg you to take the photo for them. Though the lens to observe their eyes faces and hairs, I swear I met a pure soul human in the global. I swear.

Samarkand

The Land of Blue Dome, Islam KingdomThe land of Uzbekistan, The great impression of their culture. I fancy on being the part of history. The taste of Uzbekistan was nomadic, the time freeze a thousand of year ago. The steppe was boundless. The people kept to wear the tradition. It is my pleased to be a part of Central Asia. I felt

This is tomb! Travel enrich what I see, what I smell, what I taste, what I hear. The culture of Islam in Central Asia satisfied my curiosity.

BE A TOMBER Yes, visiting the sightseeing at night wa s ou r ( I and Sam), queer habit. T h e e xp e r i en c e o f explorer was amazing. Entered t h e g a t e q u i e t and passing the tunnel explore the chamber o f the golden tomb.

The lesson of Uzbek

Ha, I jumped in the train from Samarkand to Khiva at mid-night. The local helped to f ind some spaces to fit me in and sleep…uncomfor tab le . Af ter the day of morning, love ly. I read my phrasebook and started my lesson from locals. I learnt and applied the Uzbek. Driving all passengers in the cargo laughed from my bady-language. The wonderful memory for my life.

Khiva

Khiva, the Caravans town.

The high, bricky wall behind the town, I discovered that the feeling of Silk Road and the life of Caravans passed over there before. Although the town is too touristy, it eases to be caravanserai. One camel, some silk, water and imagine.

BukhararT h e l a s t s t a t i o n o f U z b e k i s t a n . S o o o o o o o Tried to travel so many place within several days. Therefore, I decided to s p e n d m y C h r i s t m a s holiday in Bukhana. Lovely town in Uzbekistan. In the old town, I met the Olympic sportsman from moocow, who taught us how to cook tradition food. Relaxing in the old town, the locals are very friendly. Even I can hear the dog to say “halo” to me.

Photo by SAM.

Thanks, Sam. My buddy in Uzbekistan. The last day we go to hammomi (traditional bath in Central Asia) And, We enjoyed the day of blue kingdom very much. Thanks Sam very much. Missing.

I shut my eyes in order to see.~ Paul Gauguin

Samarkand, Registan , by SAM Oman

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