When I woke up, the train was still rumbling along:
The kids had been quiet for most of the night, so that was good.
The hostel I usually stayed at in Tashkent didn’t have any rooms, so I did what I had been wanting to do since I came to Tashkent for the first time many months ago – I got a room in the big fat Hotel Uzbekistan:
It was located right on the square with the large Amir Timur statue, and I wanted to get a room with a view and snap some pictures.
Well, I got a room, but the view was a bit different:
I needed to get another train ticket to Bukhara, so I went to the train station to look for one. Having dealt with huge crowds that seemed to always flock to the ticket counter from all sides, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.
But when I got to the train station:
There was almost nobody there:
WTF, I thought. Then I bought my ticket and got out of there.
Passed a bunch of melons on the way:
“Uzbek melons are the biggest!” the vendors said.
And I figured that large melons were much better than large crowds.