night grill

Okay, neither one of my balconies was very spacious:

But it was enough for me.

After successfully obtaining a sunburn, I decided that my clothes looked disgusting and needed washing:

I hung them all over the room:

Then I went outside to a garden restaurant:

Ali was working the grill:

I ordered a bunch of stuff (which turned out to be a bit too much):

And then I sat there, looking around into the evening cool:

And I understood that I liked Navoiy, this modern city that had so little touristic value compared to Samarkand, the city of 1001 nights.