Monthly Archives: November 2017

Bukhara and Samarkand, a photo journal.

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Miles of trucks waiting to cross the border into Turkmenistan.

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The Ark in Bukhara.

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So many colors.

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Mosque in Bukhara.

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I loved the shopping bag stalls.

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The young girls always had a bow in their hair.

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The ruined walls of Bukhara.

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Peacocks and stalls at the Emir’s Summer Palace.

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Emir’s Receiving Room.

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One thousand year old Mulberry tree with magic powers.

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Touching the tree to make a wish.

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A view of the Chor-Bakr Necropolis.IMG_1719

Another view of the Necropolis.

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A sandstorm, or Devil Wind, blew in from the desert as I left Bukhara.

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The Registan, Samarkand.

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Sometimes the light was right.

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The Mausoleum of Bibi Khanym, Tamarlane’s favorite wife.

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So colorful.

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A Soviet bus stop. Shame they are disappearing.

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A market high in the Pamir Mountains.

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I really like markets.

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Registan at night.

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Quite spectacular.

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Trying for the arty photo…

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Not too much left of the city walls of Samarkand.

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The sextant of Ulugh Beg, Tamerlane’s grandson who was an early astronomer.

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The grave of the arm of St Daniel. So big so no one could find it!

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A shop in the bazaar at Urgut.

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Lastly, this lady gave me permission to take her photo.

 

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