When we woke up, we came up with a plan. Ruben was going to stay in the city and take care of some things for us there. Book train tickets. Check out some local souvenirs. That sort of thing.
I took a cab back to Bulungur and met up with the family who had stored the Caboose:
The police had apparently called them a bunch of times, asking questions about us. I didn’t stay for tea. No need to attract any more attention.
So I said thank you and good-bye and got back on the road:
Rain, I thought, great!
Passed a monument:
Passed a broom:
Passed a large assembly facility for German trucks:
It seemed as though the whole town depended on this:
And then I was in Samarkand:
At first, it was just a bunch of roofs and the silhouette of a mosque in the distance:
Then it was this canal:
Then a Jewish cemetery:
The Caboose and I walked down a quiet road that penetrated deep into the city:
And then, after a hill, we saw it:
I even asked some cops if this was the Registan:
“Sure,” they said, “Registan, Registan.”
And they waved at me from the base of the building they were apparently guarding:
So I walked up to this giant ensemble of ancient buildings, and as I got closer I almost totally lost my mind:
I was so excited.
The Registan, I thought, the Registan!
But I was wrong.
This video explains how I found out once again that I am indeed an idiot:
I found the real Registan eventually:
And oh my fucking god:
It was so beautiful…
Here’s what a happy idiot looks like:
Ruben came over and joined me for some pictures:
And then we walked the rest of the way to the hotel.
It wasn’t far.