Miles of trucks waiting to cross the border into Turkmenistan.
The Ark in Bukhara.
So many colors.
Mosque in Bukhara.
I loved the shopping bag stalls.
The young girls always had a bow in their hair.
The ruined walls of Bukhara.
Peacocks and stalls at the Emir’s Summer Palace.
Emir’s Receiving Room.
One thousand year old Mulberry tree with magic powers.
Touching the tree to make a wish.
A view of the Chor-Bakr Necropolis.
Another view of the Necropolis.
A sandstorm, or Devil Wind, blew in from the desert as I left Bukhara.
The Registan, Samarkand.
Sometimes the light was right.
The Mausoleum of Bibi Khanym, Tamarlane’s favorite wife.
So colorful.
A Soviet bus stop. Shame they are disappearing.
A market high in the Pamir Mountains.
I really like markets.
Registan at night.
Quite spectacular.
Trying for the arty photo…
Not too much left of the city walls of Samarkand.
The sextant of Ulugh Beg, Tamerlane’s grandson who was an early astronomer.
The grave of the arm of St Daniel. So big so no one could find it!
A shop in the bazaar at Urgut.
Lastly, this lady gave me permission to take her photo.
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