{"id":187,"date":"2019-09-17T12:10:27","date_gmt":"2019-09-17T12:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fromlondontomongolia.com\/?p=187"},"modified":"2019-09-17T12:10:27","modified_gmt":"2019-09-17T12:10:27","slug":"uzbekistan-bukhara-the-black-market-and-goodbye-to-jamie-wardlaw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fromlondontomongolia.com\/index.php\/2019\/09\/17\/uzbekistan-bukhara-the-black-market-and-goodbye-to-jamie-wardlaw\/","title":{"rendered":"Uzbekistan: Bukhara, the black market and goodbye to Jamie & Wardlaw"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

by Robin Ewing
July 26, 2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a few hours to spare and a broken\npower-steering line, we made it to the Turkmenistan border. There, customs tore\nour car apart. A team of three, including a pretty pregnant women with\nexcellent English she learned in a \u201cspecial course,\u201d opened my laptop and went\nthrough my files. They looked at every photo on my camera. Checked the tires\nfor drugs. Unzipped every pocket in my bag. Laid everything from the car out on\nthe pavement. They were very friendly, even when they told us to pour out our\ndiesel. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Uzbekistan has a diesel shortage so we\nfilled up two jerry cans in Turkmenistan. Instead of pouring the 40 liters of\ndiesel into the ground, Jamie and Wardlaw carried it over to a group of taxi\ndrivers loitering outside the gate. They returned with no cans and excited over\na haul of 10,000 Uzbekistan som. The pregnant woman looked at us with sympathy.\nLater we tried to buy two cokes and a water with the money, but had to give\nback one of the cokes because we didn\u2019t have enough. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

After hours clearing the border, we headed towards Bukhara on an Uzbek road almost as potholed as Turkmenistan.\u00a0 A man on a battered bicycle held on to a trotting donkey by a leash. Two men rolled the burned-out shell of a car down the road. There are regular police checkpoints with policemen waving sticks in vague directions. I spent an hour buying car insurance from a gangly man inside a roadside shack, a vivacious young Uzbek woman pouring me shots of Coke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fake police cars on the side of the road in Uzbekistan.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After a long drive through another desert that smelled like natural gas, we arrived in Bukhara. Bukhara is beautiful. Old madrassas with blue mosaic, the bright carpets and hand-embroidered suzaini <\/em>hung in the dry desert heat. We slept, showered, found the internet and the Bandits, picked up Dean and said goodbye to Jamie and Wardlaw. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We picked up Dean!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Suzani is an embroidered textile made in Uzbekistan and other Central Asian countries.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The official exchange rate for Uzbekistan\nsom to the US dollar is about 2,100. But no one uses that. In Bukhara, we\nexchanged money in a carpet shop on the black market where the dollar goes for\n2,700. Since the largest denomination is 1,000, exchanging money results in a\nhuge wad of cash that doesn\u2019t fit in my wallet. I stuffed it in my waistband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Owen stashes his cash<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

And so begins another leg of the journey. I will miss Jamie throwing rocks at everything he can find and Wardlaw pointing out all the roadside storage tanks. The two of them constantly eat giant snickers bars and sour cream and onion Pringles. Wardlaw asks everyone he meets if they know Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street. (So far, to his disappointment, no one has said yes.) Jamie wore a Team Rocinante shirt nearly every day, giving away the dirty ones to people we meet on the road. The two of them are on an Uzbek Air flight to Istanbul to try and get home. Thanks Jamie and Wardlaw for making the trip so much fun!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Goodbye to Wardlaw and Jamie. I’ll miss them!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Dean and I are now heading to Samarkand,\nTashkent and then into Kyrgyzstan. But first we need to find diesel. I\u2019ve heard\nthat a few miles away, through a roundabout and to the left, after a U-turn by\na market, is a man in a green shirt standing on the curb who might sell me some\nblack market diesel. Cash only. I hope I have enough. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Found the diesel!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

P.S. I spent my birthday camping by a muddy Uzbek river, drinking vodka and plum juice mixed in an old coke bottle and swimming in the cold, muddy river. I loved it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My birthday dinner!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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