Uzbekistan by Daniele Somenzi
Stato: UZBEKISTAN (UZ)
Uzbekistan
Like all borders, even here there are problems in passing, coming overland from Kazakhstan, we discover that we must stay at least one day to go in our group, we discover that one of us is without a visa in the passport and not leave feeling them alone, we are all hoping to solve the following problem. then plant our tents in the dust just 3 meters from the border if we can call it so, as it is drawn perterra and can go well beyond nalla no man's land.
Detentions in a row, there are also many buses and trucks with these Kazaki that waiting patiently for hours and hours of convenient customs officers that no harm be done to anything.
The next morning, we discover that our friend has no hope of passing and since that did not come from a visa by courier, will be forced to stare at the district border police also because most can not go back to Kazakhstan because his visa has expired. Uzbekistan has already disagreeable.
He is not demoralized and take with the philosophy, greets us as we leave and let a satellite telephone to communicate with us and with those who must bring him a visa from Italy. Here, in fact, in the Siberian steppe, the phones do not go. However, the visa will arrive three days later and there reaches a Buchara where we stop for a day visit this city of art.
My bike runs very well, August is hot and makes a unbelievable especially at lunch where you touch every day 40 degrees and I assure you that it is not pleasant to drive with a T-shirt and air bags, helmets, etc. The sleepiness affects you especially after lunch. I am also going a particular episode, I stopped after a small break to regroup the caravan of 6 cars and 5 motorcycles, and for the first time going to last and here I see a reel twister of wind and dust is close to me who are stationary and sitting on my 600 yamaha hold, I got to turn to leave and avoid that I invest in full, but can not stand it, the result was that I stopped the reel has fought perterra and that the cable from my straining airbag and rolled to the ground, made scattre the safety valve allowing air to confirm the air bag. I was scared, I was fattened all at once. but the problem now was to raise the bike with the full 22 liters of gas is heavy and not do it alone, to which I have placed in the center of the road and I stopped a car for Uzbeks to give me a hand to pick myself up .
Even here the backwardness reigns as the neighboring countries for 90% of the male inhabitants live, even survive. even the cars are few and Scassa except in cities.
Now I understand that when they earthquakes in these places, most of the houses goes down. Here, an architect does know who he is.
Of donkeys if they see many or even to eat watermelons.
Tashkent is the capital and we come to sleep a night. aggregates are here with us in motion another participant who arrived by air, just to make the second part of our Italy trip Pechino.é a pilot officer bmw motorcycle because the motorcycle is not his.
In Tashkent we do all the full and to continue the adventure, the road to a beautiful stretch is good but then go back full of holes, and pitch like a lot to us bikers, and a lot less cars. Samarkand welcomed us with a written question on the tip of the mountain, this city of 2 and a half million inhabitants is a very important cultural center. Here we visit the ancient palaces, riverstiti of colored tiles, one of which, found perterra, is over in my dashboard.
We continue to the border with Kyrgyzstan
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