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.
That is really funny! Better than the cinema. But congratulations on getting to what may be the Registan.
congratulations!! for reaching samarqand samarkand samarcand. sounds like 1001 nacht. Love your photos!
Haha! Great stories! So funny! But you’ve made it!! Another place checked off your bucket list!