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After visiting the ancient desert fortress Ayaz Kala we make our way to Bukhara, which is 450 km away. Approximately 300 km of our trip lead through the Kyzylkum desert. We’re lucky because it’s already early September. At this time of the year, the thermometer only rises up to 45º C. Within the months of July and August, Temperatures of 60º C are not unusual here.
First, the road leads us through an agricultural area. It is harvest time and especially the hay must be brought in. From time to time we see three-wheeled tractors. These are in-house productions of Uzbekistan.
Not far from Kyzyl Shiva, we pass the former fortress Guldunsun qala.
After crossing a canal at the border between Khwarezm and the Autonomous Republic of Karakalpakstan, we reach the desert. Shortly thereafter, we have to pass a checkpoint again.
In southern direction, we now approach the wetland of Amudarja. On the opposite bank is already Turkmenistan. But it is too hot here for a longer stay. We continue our way 200 km dead straight through the desert. The highway is surprisingly well developed. In the middle of nowhere, we take a rest. A lonely restaurant, the Kizilqum Teahouse offers some shade.
As we continue our journey, we see a wind trouser in the desert, which whirls up the sand.
We approach the edge of the desert and cross a railroad line that is under construction. The line is being upgraded for the high-speed train between Bukhara and Khiva.
We stop again at a cotton field to see the ripe cotton capsules up close.
Thereafter, the density of buildings along the road increases again. Modern buildings line the street.
We reach the center of Bukhara. Some restaurants, two Madrasas, and a mosque, group around a little pond.
We stay just a few steps away at B&B Nazira & Azizbek*. A pretty courtyard, where you can meet other guests invites you to linger. The rooms are clean, have a private shower and air condition. Free WI-Fi is available. Breakfast is served in the courtyard. The women are very friendly and helpful.
But first, we go to dinner. On the square by the pond, there is a memorial of the narrator Hodscha Nasreddin, which is very popular throughout Turkey and Central Asia. Whether he really existed is not proven. Over time, more and more jokes and spells were attributed to him.
We go next door to the restaurant Saroy and enjoy our dinner right at the water.
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