Arriving Tashkent….

 Waiting for the shuttle in Istanbul I thought I would check for any useful hints on arriving at Tashkent Airport. Worst airport in the World cried some, had to call the Embassy to have them come and retrieve my passport from immigration, they took all my money because I didn’t fill a form in correctly, bag thieves everywhere, they made me pay $500 to enter the country, the taxi driver pulled a gun and demanded all our money. By the time I was sitting at the departure gate I was really wondering if I was doing the right thing, but then I got some soothing texts from back home (thank you) and met a party of British teachers on their way back after the summer holidays and felt the anxiety level lessen. The boarding process was eye opening as large parties wanted to sit together so actual seat numbers were totally ignored, this caused complete mayhem of course. Is it always like that? You would have thought the airline would have made the process less anarchistic, but what do I know. Eventually the overworked flight crew settled every one down and we left, only an hour late though that meant instead of a 1.40am arrival it would be 2.40am.

Arrive we did and upon deplaning and waiting for the bus I couldn’t help noticing the heavy military presence bearing sub machine guns (Kalashnikovs?) then alighting from the bus we were herded into a glorified shed where it was everyone for themselves for immigration, no queueing, waiting in orderly lines, oh no. I got my stamp with a grunt and then it was baggage claim, sit and wait, sit and wait. Where’s my bag, Moscow? Budapest? Nairobi? This was the second time ever that I have had to check my quite small bag, never again I vowed. Eventually it came and with fear and trepidation I approached Customs with my duplicate forms and you know what, I passed, welcome to Uzbekistan , enjoy your stay. So proud. Exiting I was confronted by a massive crowd of greeters and hustlers. No, no thank you I don’t want to get in your taxi, my hotel is picking me up (well I hoped they were, I sent two emails), attempts were made to grab my bag, I was surrounded, and then, there he was, the man with the Mr Tim, Silk Road Hotel sign. The relief.

Sped through darkened Tashkent with the Super Moon above and then hotel, easy check in, offered a beer at the 24 hour bar, whadya mean, its four thirty in the morning! Slept the sleep of the Gods until 6.00am when someone started pounding on my door, Oh Rude Word. Cat napped until about nine and went for breakfast, then took a nap. Went for a short stagger down the street and came back, another nap.

That was about it for my first day in Tashkent. I changed some money, 50 UK pounds ($75.00) and received 190,000 Uzbek Som in 1,000 Som notes. What ever am I supposed to do with this stack of notes four inches thick? A charming young lady called Anastasiya advised me where to get an Uzbek SIM for my phone, but when I got there the shop closed at three o’clock, try tomorrow. I went to a grocery store dominated by the biggest display of loose biscuits (cookies) I have ever seen, don’t they go stale and soggy? I bought some chips (crisps) for eight cents. Sat by the pool for a while but it seemed dominated by rather large, sunglassed men with their families (or not) and judged it expedient to sit at the back on the grass, if you get my drift.

Drank tea (Erin).

Tomorrow the serious business will be taken care of, booking trains, hotels etc for my adventure around Uzbekistan and  also visiting Embassies to get more visas.

I will let you know how it goes.

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8 responses to “Arriving Tashkent….

  1. OMG what an adventure you’re having and it’s only just beginning. A British question what’s the weather like?

    • Weather? Hot. Today it was over 100F, which is I think around 38-39C.
      Likely to be hotter out in the desert by the end of the week.
      Very excited to be finally doing it though.
      Thanks Vicky.

  2. Absolutely riveting account of your arrival in Tashkent – your anxiety, your relief, your fatigue, all there on the page. I’d forgotten just how significant the departure/arrival business can be when you’re travelling. Can’t wait for the next episode!

    • Thanks again Annie.
      Today was different, goals for day were to get a train ticket to Samarkand for Wednesday and obtain an Uzbek SIM for the phone.
      Success! But it took six hours.
      So much for Monday……

  3. OMG – you should have been a writer; totally enthralled by your vivid description above. You are a braver man than I! Please explain WHY you chose these places to visit. I am fascinated to say the least.

  4. I love that question Lesley! I asked it myself but would love to hear what there is to say now that’s it’s all happening. Any new discoveries internal or external. Also any brief history/culture lessons ala Tim about these places that those of us with an ‘American education’ may have missed in our in depth northern middle east -stans class. Is it a Muslim country, or have you found a decent glass of wine? Looking forward to hearing more details about the little moments in between.! 🙂 xx

  5. You write well, and youre in my dream destination. Cant wait to read more about your UZ trip!

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