Now I have three people asking “What on earth are you doing in Uzbekistan?” or more specifically Samarkand. I will endeavor to elucidate. A long time ago, when at school, we were all compelled to read the works of James Elroy Flecker, not only a poet but also an alumni of the school. I won’t go into all the verses but the final two lines of The Golden Journey to Samarkand are: “Why men were born:but surely we are brave, Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.” Stirring stuff for the lad Tim, who I might add was frequently chastised for looking out of the window and day dreaming. There was also a roommate at Uni’ whose parents came here, so that was a long time ago also, and they invited me over to see their slides. I was hooked. Briefly then, those are a couple of  the reasons I always knew I would come here and why.

It is of course a staggeringly romantic place, the menfolk with their flowing robes and unique hats, the womenfolk in their national dress, remarkably colorful, the architecture and the history. It was almost sacked by Alexander the Great in 329BC, Genghis Khan took it over in 1340 and Tamerlaine made it his Capital in the 14th Century. There is so much history here that I find I cannot get enough and certainly not retain it all. Tamerlaine’s mausoleum, the Gur-E-Amir, which sits in its own park reached by climbing a set of steep stairs features one of the finest domes I have seen in the city.

The dome.

The dome.

Tamerlaine's mausoleum.

Tamerlaine’s mausoleum.













The Bibi-Khanym Mosque is quite breathtaking, vast on a similar scale as the Registan.

The Mosque Entrance.

The Mosque Entrance.

The Mosque itself.

The Mosque itself.













Perhaps my favorite of the many sites was The Shah-I-Zinda which is a collection of mausoleums created for Tamerlaine’s relations, favorites and Generals. It was quite a walk from my B and B and after walking through a park area I saw that my way was blocked by a four lane highway, I almost gave up. But then I spied a set of steps down to the road and approaching the bottom the traffic stopped, I had a green light, I crossed, mystified, then watching others discovered that the traffic lights were remotely controlled, clever that.

A view of the complex.

A view of the complex.

Another view.

Another view.

I liked this one.

I liked this one.


















I’m sorry but I really can’t do justice to this place, I don’t have the words and certainly not the photographic skills but note that it has been a dream come true, it is beyond words and impossible to convey artistically. I will let others try.

But now, something completely different. The Mongol Rally is in town. I met some of the entrants at the Uzbek Consulate in Istanbul applying for their visas. Quite crazy. For those who don’t know this is a car rally from London to Ulan Bator in Mongolia raising money for charity. Contestants come from all over the world, in fact there are two ladies from Wisconsin, driving a Volkswagon Golf,  Skyping back home on the next table. Hilarious. Interesting to see British car registration plates on the streets of Samarkand.

PS. Thanks to Ms Shubeau, Ms Garban and Sebastian for provoking the initial thoughts and I hope I have answered your questions, a bit.


11 responses to “Samarkand.

  1. Am amazed you didn’t think of joining the Mongol Rally there and then!
    Super photos. All well here. Lovely sunny evening now. M.deep in the Test Match!
    Love Mother

    • It did cross my mind, it really did!
      I overheard the ladies saying they might give up in Almaty, Kazakstan, and I thought I might volunteer to take over from there.
      My rail tickets for tomorrow and next week have not been delivered yet, despite promises, so…..

  2. Tim, the detail on your photos is amazing and the history that we are learning about interesting. What is the cuisine like? Terry said the blog is very intellectual so feels that questions have to be like wise much appreciated. x

    • Aha, you must have figured put that by double clicking a photo you can make it full screen. Good that isn’t it.
      Cuisine so far a bit disappointing but last night I had Plov, the national dish. Rice and carrots with various herbs and spices. It was good.
      Not too much more poetry, promise.

  3. Go for it Dad!!! I say if the rail tickets don’t come then Mongol Rally is the next best form of transport. The pictures are amazing , so excited you made it there after all these years of day dreaming.

  4. Hah! Hilarious. As they say in India: ‘anything is possible.’ indeed you are brave. SnS are in full support of joining the Mongols from Wisconsin; go with the flow! But keep up the ‘intellectual’ blog posts, we are loving the blends of artistic, informational and personal…

  5. Thanks for the explanation and the continuing reports and wonderful photos.

  6. These pictures are really atmospheric and it looks like you have perfect weather! Your reasons for visiting Samarkand ring very, very true – what child of imagination could resist the sound of ‘Samarkand’?

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