Woke up, packed my stuff and went outside to hitch a ride back to Baht, the place where I had parked the Caboose the night before. Some of you might remember from a few months back that I suck at hitchhiking, so I ended up standing there for a while, holding out my arm, trying to look likeable. It took forever.
When I got to Baht, I was invited to breakfast by the family that had stored the Caboose:
They were absolutely lovely:
This little girl is ¼ Uzbek, ¼ Tajik, ¼ Korean, and ¼ Russian, and isn’t she adorable:
Her father, Shurshid, was a guy with quite a few stories to tell, the latest one being that he had burn marks around his eyes ever since his banya had exploded on him two months ago:
He said he was happy that it had been him in that banya and not one of the kids:
I ended up staying all day:
We talked, ate, watched TV and posed for photos:
Then we went out for a group picture:
And when we tried to take a selfie together, the dog figured that he should also be on the photo:
This is one of my favorite shots ever.
I left after the sun had gone down, taking a cab back to Tashkent:
Then I went to the airport and got on a plane to Astana in Kazakhstan:
I needed a new visa for Uzbekistan.
And I wanted to take a few days off over New Year’s Eve.