We are moving on later this morning but not before visiting Registan Square during the daylight and a local bazaar. “Registan” means “place of sand” and this square is the most recognizable landmark in Samarkand. It consist of three former emblematic madrasahs (Islamic school) with a large empty space in the middle (from whence came the name). Originally it was a public square and marketplace. The three major structures are: Ulugbek, Tillya-Kari and Sher-Dor (L to R as you view them). They date back to the 15-17th centuries and have been restored. They are no longer schools; they are often small museums or schools for artists. By the way, the spelling I have found for these various buildings seems to vary, depending on the citation given. I believe it is a reflection of the differences in the languages. I really do not know what is the correct spelling.
A cemetery near the Registan Square.
Even though there are no photos or inscriptions on the tombs (per Islamic custom) some are ornate.
Flower gardens near the square.
The layout of Registan Square.
The square in the quiet of early morning.Ulugbek madrasah on the left, Tillya Kari in the middle and Sher Dor on the right.
The Ulugbek madrasah built in 1417-1420. Has been restored.
Tillya Kari madrasah built in 1636-1660. Also restored. It is now used as a mosque.
Sher Dor madrasah, built in 1619-1636. Also restored.
My guess is these are Instagram people taking photos before the crowds arrive.
Note the intricate ceramic designs.
“Artsy” shot with sun behind.
Each building seems unique in its facade’s design.
Entrance to the Tillya Kari which is now a mosque.
Inside the Tillya Kari mosque.
It is pretty elaborate.
Real gold decor.
Having a bit of fun as Maddie took a picture of the dome with us photobombing.
What these buildings looked like (20th century) before their restoration to what we see today.
In the buildings in what used to be rooms for students there were shops that housed artists, small museums and vendors selling things.
Chess seems to be popular as I saw many shops selling unique chess pieces.
One of the former rooms held a music store where this musician makes and sells instruments. He played the different ones for us.
He plays several different types of instruments.
Furkat explains how the ceramic tiles are made-by hand!
The master tile guy.
I did not bother asking how much as I was sure it would be expensive!
From there we went to see the Bibi-Khanym mosque, built (1399-1405) by Timur to be the largest in the Islamic world and dedicated to the memory of his favorite wife.
A model of the area where the Bibi-Khanym mosque is.
Entry to the courtyard where the Bibi-Khanym mosque is located.
Look at the size of those doors!
The Bibi-Khanym mosque itself.
Another entry to the mosque.
The dome of the Bibi-Khanym mosque.
The inside of the Bibi-Khanym mosque.
The unrestored mosque nearby.
An artist hand painting tiles.
Hand embroidered hats. Not sure if they are for men or women.
Then we stopped at the local Slab bazaar for some free time to shop before we had lunch and then began our almost 5 hour drive to Bukhara.
Another toasty day in store!
Entry to the Slab bazaar.
It was more modern than I expected. Not as big as the one we saw earlier.
Something unique for spice collectors.
That is mounds of raw honey behind other sweets.
Pepsi is the big dog in Central Asia. Saw very little of Coca Cola.
Mid day traffic even here. Some things are the same everywhere!
Not a big distance but the roads limit speed.
Not much to see as we go to Bukhara.
Road side “restaurant” where they use these wood fired, concrete vessels to make somas.
Getting hotter as we head toward Bukhara. We cringed at the prediction for the next few days!
It was 5PM before we arrived in Bukhara. Although Bukhara is one of the oldest cities here the buildings were modern in this part of town.
I was impressed with how many multi lane roadways there are.
We had to walk down an alley to get to our small hotel, the Alexia. We were a bit concerned about what it would be like.
But were we impressed once we got inside. The 17 room hotel was previously a private home of a rich person that had been converted to this great little hotel.
My room was huge!
Large bathroom with rain shower, tube and big sink area. Bathrobe and slippers included!
Our Italian restaurant. We were excited to get something different. Note the posh decor and seating again.
Pizza as an appetizer.
Disappointment at the Bolognese main.
We will be exploring this area for the next several days but the high temperatures are a bit of a concern. By the way they are expected to be 20 degrees over the average for this time of the year. Another effect of global warming? We have talked about starting earlier in the day to avoid the heat and resting in the afternoon. That sounded good to all of us.
Steps for the day: 8,947…That is more like it!
May 13, 2025: Road Trip to Shakhrisabz, the Birthplace of Timur
The town of Shakhrisabz is only about 80 km from Samarkand, but to get there you must travel over a 1,650 meter (5,413 feet) mountain pass on the road that prohibits buses. So the MIR tour company rented us three new black mini vans for the day. We looked like important politicians as we traveled; all we were missing was a police escort!
Because the road restricts the use of buses we used three of these mini vans for transportation today.
Elevation of Samarkand.
You see these “mini” vans everywhere.
Watermelons are in season!
They sometimes overload their vehicles.
On the way over the pass.
A rest stop and market near the top of the pass.
Why people stop here- photo op!
Elevation near the pass.
A friendly local.
The local market loaded with dried fruits, nuts and dozens of cheeses.
These cheeses are of different types. One of our group tried one and said it was not good!
Mixtures of herbs to create a popular tea blend.
They asked for a picture of us. The Asian lady was part of our group.
View from the pass summit.
Bit of trivia: Many (most?) women we see have one or more gold teeth. We were told this was a sign of wealth and an investment. Google seems to confirm that!
Shakhrisabz was originally called “Kesh” and it is the birthplace of Timur. It is over 2,700 years old! Timur wanted it to be his capital and built the Al-Sarah Palace (the White Palace) starting in 1380 until 1404, right before he died. Supposedly 50,000 slaves were used to build this enormous structure.
This was the entrance portal. It was originally 70 meters tall with an arch that spanned 22 meters. The present towers are only 38 meters tall. It must have been quite a sight.
Gold and blue ceramic tiles were used extensively.
It got a bit “toasty” while we were here!
We wandered around the complex to see the other buildings of the Dorut Tilavat complex, before having a late lunch at a local restaurant. By 2:30PM we headed back to Samarkand over the same mountain pass. Back in Samarkand we made a short stop at the 2nd largest Russian Orthodox church in the country.
Dorus Siyodat Mausoleum, built in 1380 and where Timur’s son, Jehangir , is buried. Timur was supposed to be buried there but never was.
There are always vendors in the area of the attractions, plying their wares.
These colorful bags are sold everywhere.
Gumbazi Sayyidon mausoleum and the Blue Dome Mosque.
Inside the Gumbazi Sayidon Mausoleum. Built by Ulugbek in 1437, and thought to be for his family. However, they really do not know who is buried there!
Another view of the inside.
Inside the burial chamber of Shamsiddin Kulol, the teacher of Timur.
Fresh dried raisins.
An onion, spinach, potato pancake.
The meat was tender and the potatoes were marvelous!
The Church of St. Alexius Metropolitan of Moscow, built in 1911.
The inside of the church was modest.
But the day was not through as we visited a business where we saw how they make “silk” paper from the bark of the mulberry trees that grow here. It should be noted that at 6PM it was still 90 degrees.
Preparing the bark from a mulberry tree.
Making a slurry of the bark.
Forming the paper from a slurry of the pulp.
You need to smooth it out with a smooth object like a shell.
And the end product is “silk” paper, which is not accurate, but understandable.
A wall display of ceramic dishes on a building in the complex.
And because of our late lunch our dinner, again at a private home, was going to be later than normal, followed by a visit to Registan Square to see the light show that we missed last night.
Our hostess/cook. Greeting us when we arrived at her home.
The table was set.
Our hungry group.
A local wine. It was not memorable.
The evening 20 minute light show at Registan Square.
It was spectacular!
This composite was put together by Suki, a fellow traveler.
Steps for the day: 15,506!! I will sleep well tonight.
May 12, 2025: Exploring Samarkand in Southern Uzbekistan.
We are headed to the southeastern part of Uzbekistan to Samarkand, a city known for its mosques and mausoleums. It was also an important part of the Silk Road which linked China with the Mediterranean. We are taking an express train (2.5 hours) rather than driving the estimated 5 hours by car. Samarkand is one of the oldest cities in Central Asia and has a current population of about 551,700. It is the third largest city in Uzbekistan. The city was conquered by Alexander the Great in 329 BC (when it was known as Maranda). It was later ruled by Iranian and Turkic rulers, only to later be conquered by Genghis Khan in 1220. It is noted as being a center for Islamic culture and for the presence of Timur and the Timurid Empire of the 14th century. More about Timur later.
The Hyatt had quite an extensive breakfast buffet- the best so far!
Part of the gardens next to the hotel.
The train station in Tashkent where we caught the 8AM train.
Rather than driving 5+ hours to Samarkand we were taking a 2+ hour train.
A fairly modern Spanish built train.
A very old stone bridge we saw from the train.
Once in Samarkand we immediately drove to the first of several madrasas (madrasah), mosques and mausoleums we will be visiting today. They are starting to “run together”. By the way I forgot to mention we do not need a local guide here in Uzbekistan as Furkat is our official local guide because he lives near here.
Samarkand has a big traffic problem. This is a roundabout that I am sure was not designed for this many car lanes.
We are pretty familiar with Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan and Marco Polo. On this trip we were introduced to another famous emperor in this region, Timur. Who is Timur (also known as Tamerlane)? Amir Timur (1336-1405) was a famous warrior from this area. He was also known as Timur the Lame because of an injury that left him partially paralyzed. He was a furious warrior and never lost any of his 58 war campaigns. His empire ran from the Volga River in the west to India in the southwest. Central Asia was the heart of the empire. Samarkand was his capital. Under his rule Samarkand became the center of culture and science in Central Asia.
Our first stop in Samarkand was at the mausoleum (Gur-Emir which means the grave of the ruler, i.e. Timur) that contained the graves of Timur, his sons and grandsons. It was built in 1404! A unique aspect of the mausoleum is that Timur’s grave is placed (at his request) next to the largest gravestone, that of his spiritual teacher, Mir Said Baraka. The other interesting feature is that while all the gravestones are marble, Timur’s gravestone is made of a solid piece of jade! Needless to say the mausoleum is quite magnificent.
The mausoleum of Gur-Emir, better known as Timur.
The minaret.
The interior courtyard to mausoleum. Note how the flower beds are covered to protect them.
Amazing ceramics work on the entrance
Inside the mausoleum where family members were buried..
View of the dome of the mausoleum.
Gold foil was used on the walls.
Another carved door.
The empire of Timur. He never lost any of his 58 military campaigns.
Locals trying to sell us camel wool shawls.
A group picture with some local women.
From there we went to see the observatory complex built by his grandson Ulugbek (Mohammad ibn Shahrukh ibn Timur Mirza Ulugh Beg Guragan) who was born in 1394. As a teenager he became interested in science and when he was 15 he was named emperor. He was more interested in science and math than politics and conquest. He created many madrasahs (Islamic schools) to encourage schooling. He was considered an extraordinary scientist and compared to Euclid and Ptolemy. He was such a great scientist that he was able to determine the length of a year to within one minute of the modern accepted value! Because of his lack of interest in politics ultimately a conspiracy arose and he was murdered in 1449 and his observatory (built in the 1420s) was destroyed. It has since been rebuilt.
Statue of the famous scientist, Ulugbek.
The Ulugbek museum.
Part of the display inside of the Ulugbek museum.
The sextant in the 15th century (rebuilt) observatory.
Entrance to the below ground observatory structure
If you want to learn more.
It was then time for lunch where we had another famous Uzbek dish, shish kebab.
Statue of Timur.
Luncheon restaurant.
Beers are so big (mug) that we shared one. They poured the mug into the two glasses. Cost<$4.
Chicken soup as good as grandma used to make!
Shish kebab, a favorite Uzbek dish.
More touring in the afternoon. We went a short distance to the site of the ancient city of Afraisiab that dated back to the 5-3rd BCE. . In 1965 while building a road they discovered a building with frescoes, some of which they managed to preserve. The Afraisiab museum was created in 1970 to house these paintings along with some 22,000 artifacts found in the area, documenting the 2500 year history of Samarkand. We only spent a short amount of time in the museum as there was more to see before we rested!
Frescoes dating from the 7th and 8th century.
Last stop of the day was at the Shakhi Zinda necropolis where there are many individual mausoleums. There are over 20 mausoleums dating from the 11-19th century located here. One legend states that one even contains a cousin of the prophet Mohammad. Most date to the 13-14th century. We were given free time to wander through the complex and take all the pictures we wanted! Behind these mausoleums is a hill that is filled with thousands of burial stones of more common people.
The story of Shakira Zinda necropolis that dates back to the 11th century.
Steps leading up to the many mausoleums in the complex.
There is literally a street with mausoleums lining both sides.
Very elaborate designs with ceramic tiles are on the front of the buildings.
An example of one of the mausoleums. The bodies are actually buried below the ground as per their custom.
The interior of one of the mausoleums.
Furkat explaining a bit about the ceramic tile design.
Each mausoleum has a unique design on the entrance.
This door dates back to 1404. There is a plaque that states: “The doors to paradise are open to the faithful”
This is the mausoleum of Qutham ibn Abbas, the first cousin of the prophet Mohammad. He died in 677 here.
By 4:30 we were walking down a small street to get to our hotel as the bus could not negotiate the narrow street. Hmmmm… turns out we were headed to the Kosh Haviuz Boutique Hotel in the old town portion of Samarkand and it turned out to be simply a delight! It was small with 32 rooms facing a lovely interior courtyard with a rooftop hot tub and bar.
The non-descript entrance to our hotel.
The rooms open to a central courtyard. This was probably the home of a rich merchant before it was made into a boutique hotel.
My bed. I swear it was bigger than a king size!
The ceiling in my room.
The rooftop bar in the hotel.
View from the hotel roof deck.
The great staff in the rooftop bar.
The evening dinner was also a delight as we walked those same narrow streets, finally arriving at a small restaurant that had a rooftop eating area, overlooking buildings in the old part of town. It was real treat!
Near the resturant is Registan Square which has a nightly light show but we were too late to see it. We will be going tomorrow night.
These are the three main structures in Registan Square- (L to R) Ulugh Beg Madrasah (1417–1420), the Sher-Dor Madrasah (1619–1636), and the Tilya-Kori Madrasah (1646–1660)
Apparently having seen all the major attractions in this part of Tajikistan we are heading back to Uzbekistan this morning.
Elevation of Khujand, Tajikistan.
A surprise at breakfast- shakshuka and a very tasty porridge.
A noteworthy saying hanging on the breakfast room wall.
Our journey today to Tashkent which includes a border crossing back into Uzbekistan.
An early morning showing the nearby mountain range behind the rebuilt Timur fortress.
A big plaza dedicated to Ismail Solomi, a famous Tajikistan hero.
Statue of Ismail Somoni, the famed ruler of the the Samanids empire that dated back to the 9-10th century. His statue replaced one of Lenin after Tajikistan declared independence.
A surprisingly large indoor swimming pool facility in the city.
I was surprised to see what appeared to be modern homes in a subdivision outside the city.
Landscape once we left Khujand.
The border crossing was quick-about 45 minutes but we had to handle our luggage this time, as there were no porters at this border crossing. It was not an inconvenience.
Once we were in Uzbekistan we encountered several miles of power poles that had storks nesting on them. We were traveling too fast for me to get a good picture, but there were dozens of these nests along the road.
By late morning we were already in the capital of Uzbekistan, Tashkent, a much more modern city. And it is large, with a population in excess of 3 million people. A bit of trivia: “Tash” means stone and “Kent” means camp so Tashkent is known as the “City of Stones”. It was first settled between 5 and 3 BCE. It had the dubious honor of being destroyed by Genghis Khan in 1219. Because of its importance on the Silk Road it was rebuilt and prospered. The Russians ruled this area from 1865 until 1991 when the Soviet Union collapsed.
A very large shopping mall. We must be in a big city again!
Modern building in Tashkent. One of many in the modern city.
The first of many Ferris wheels we saw on the trip. Sadly we did not get to ride on one.
They are converting from a Cyrillic alphabet to the Roman alphabet. Note both on this billboard.
Yep, we are back in a big city.
Our luncheon restaurant. Note the posh chairs again.
Interesting salad made of bread and potatoes. It was tasty.
Egg plant was a common element of salads.
A beef pilaf. A popular Uzbek dish.
On April 26, 1966 an 8.8 earthquake pretty much destroyed the city again. 300,000 people were homeless, 78,000 poorly built homes were destroyed and but supposedly only 15 people died, but no one believes that number because of Russian secrecy. But once again it rebuilt itself.
A massive memorial dedicated to the April 1966 earthquake disaster.
We spent a considerable amount of time wandering through the Khazrati Imam complex which consists of Tillya Sheikh mosque, Abu Bakr Kaffal Shashi Mausoleum, Barak Khan madrassah and Imam al-Bukhari Islamic Institute. The complex includes a library which is home to more than 20,000 books and 3,000 manuscripts. The major attraction there was a Koran that is considered to be one of the oldest in world, having been written in the 7th century. The Othman Koran was compiled in Medina by Othman, the third caliph or Muslim leader. Before him, the sacred verses which Muslims believe God gave to Muhammad were memorized, or written on pieces of wood or camel bone. To prevent disputes about which verses should be considered divinely inspired, Othman had this version compiled. It was completed in the year 651, only 19 years after Muhammad’s death. We could view the sacred document (written on deer skin) but were not allowed to photograph it.
The Tillya Sheikh Mosque in the complex. It is rumored that the mosque contains a sample of the prophet Muhammad’s hair.
Inside the Tillya Sheikh Mosque. It was paid for by a wealthy merchant, which is a common way new mosque are built.
Shoes off when entering a mosque.
The proper dress when entering a mosque.
Reminders of the time for prayer that Muslims honor.
Wood pillar in the mosque.
The university for students studying the Koran and someday hoping to be named an imam.
Qaffol Shoshi mausoleum built in 1542. It honors Imam Abu Bakr Muhammad ibn Ali ibn Ismail Al-Kaffal ash-Shashi! Now you know!
The Khazrati Imam mosque. There was a lot of construction going on around the complex.
Viewing the Othman Koran. Cameras put away.
The ceiling above the Othman Koran ( that we could film).
This is a modern copy of the Othman Koran.
A Koran dating from 1274. There were several other ancient copies on display here.
Another magnificent carved wood door.
We stopped at the memorial to the war dead and then entered the underground metro built by the Russians to view the 1977 architecture and ride on two separate lines to see the different decor of the stations. The metro has four lines, 50 stations and covers 70 km. It was well done.
The WWII memorial and eternal flame. This is a statue of mother Russia crying for her fallen children.
Part of the war memorial. There are brass slabs with names of the fallen all along this walkway.
List of men killed in the war.
A beautiful park surrounds the war memorial.
A moving water fountain in the park.
Entry to the underground metro in Tashkent.
Each station is beautifully decorated in a different theme.
One of the themed stations on the metro line.
Subway car that dates back to the Russian days.
Busy intersection where two lines meet.
Another metro station.
This station is dedicated to the Russian cosmonauts. They are pictured on the walls.
Yuri Gagarin, the first man to go into space. There is even a plaque for Laika, the Russian dog who was the first animal to circle the earth.
Sightseeing for the day was done and we checked into the fanciest hotel so far, the Hyatt Regency. Sadly we will only be staying one night!
A Hyatt Regency! Now you’re talking!
A token Lamborghini in front of the hotel.
Ah…. Hyatt did good!
My room even had some art in it!
A real bar and a bartender who knew how to make a “perfect” manhattan.
Outdoor rooftop bar!
View from the rooftop bar at the Hyatt.
A “perfect” (1/2 sweet vermouth,1/2 regular) Manhattan and sunset! Life is good in Uzbekistan!
Night in Tashkent.
Steps for the day: 9,631. Not bad!
May 10, 2025: Our Quick Visit to Tajikistan (#3 of 5).
– Cotton is the #1 crop of Uzbekistan but they are now moving towards growing wheat which is currently #2.
-Talib is the name for a student; taliban is the name for a group of students!
-We kept hearing the word “Emir” and “Khan”. What is the difference? They are both names for a ruler; an Emir was more commonly used in the Arab world whereas Khan was used in Mongolia and Central Asia.
-Why do mosques all have domes? It was for acoustics and to promote air circulation.
We are headed to another border crossing this morning, leaving Uzbekistan and entering Tajikistan. We were told that Tajikistan is not as developed as the other “Stans” so lower our expectations. Maybe that is why they do not get many visitors. The border crossing went smoothly, taking less than 30 minutes, and our guide, Furkat, hired a porter to cart our luggage across the “no man’s” land so it made our journey easy. The only glitch was our bus on the Tajik side was about 10 minutes late in arriving; it was a minor inconvenience.
Tajikistan has about 10.7 million people but it is growing. It declared its independence in 1991 but suffered through a civil war from 1992-1997. It is not was as well developed as the other “Stans”. Young people leave for better paying (2-4 x) jobs in Russia. Tajiks make up 86% of the population; 97% of the people are Muslims and Tajik is the official language but Russian is used extensively.
A very unusual rose in the hotel gardens.
Our journey today
At a rest stop we were curious about this trailer and animals headed to market.
Older cars have been converted to run on natural gas.
MIR paid a porter to haul our luggage across the border.
Our late bus coming to pick us up in Tajikistan.
Our first stop was the city of Khujand, the second largest city in Tajikistan. It’s origins have been attributed to Alexander the Great (329BCE) and Cyrus the Great of Persia (several centuries earlier). It was an important stop on the Silk Road.
“Zafar” was our local guide in Tajikistan.
Lots of fruit tree orchards along the highway. Mostly apricots.
Stopping along the highway where Furkat bought us apricots and cherries to have at lunch.
Look at all that local fruit! There were many roadside stalls selling the fresh fruit.
Remains from a 1992-1997 civil war that consumed this part of the country.
The school uniforms. Girls wear black skirts and white blouses. Boys wear black slacks and white shirts.
Each city seemed to have many flower beds lining their streets.
The Syr-Darya River flows through downtown Khujand.
Our luncheon resturant in Khujand.
This salad had potatoes, corn, peas, carrots and onions with a vinegar dressing. I had seconds!
Another excellent soup-tomato based in this case.
This was either beef or lamb. I do not remember, but it was darn good! The food continue to amaze me.
The fruit Furkat bought. He had the resturant carefully wash it to serve with our lunch. We all agreed that they were not as sweet as the fruit we raise in the USA.
Locals tend to eat at these tables. Luckily we did not have to try it as most of us would not be able to get up again!
After lunch we visited the Arbob cultural palace, built in the 1950s by the Russians and patterned after Peterhof in St. Petersburg. It is the site where Tajikistan independence was announced in 1992. It is now used occasionally for cultural events. Looked awfully expensive to maintain.
Entry area to the Arbob palace.
Walkway to the complex with a huge fountain.
View from the steps at some of the gardens.
White roses, meant to honor the cotton they grow here.
Main reception area inside the palace.
The large 800 seat auditorium.
Ceiling decor.
They use the venue for weddings now.
Part of the Arbob complex.
From there it was on to walk through the very large Panjshanbe Bazaar and some free time to explore the area on our own.
A huge enclosed bazaar.
Need some strawberries?
Dried nuts and fruit.
All sorts of different kinds of rice.
Spices, spices and more spices.
Eggs are not a problem here.
Sweets of all types for sale.
There were several guys doing shoe repair at the bazaar.
Need a soccer ball or wedding dress? Shops next to the bazaar are ready to sell you them.
The bazar is adjacent to the Muslihiddin memorial which includes a mosque, mausoleum and minaret.
Next was a visit to the historical Museum of Sogdiana which contained ancient artifacts and articles depicting Tajik history.
This rebuilt fortress is now the Historical Museum of Sughd.
They sure like massive doors!
Statue of Timur Malik, the governor of Khujand in the 13th century. He was unsuccessful in guarding the city against the Mongol invasion.
We had a local docent show us some of the more important artifacts. Needless to say there was not enough time to really appreciate what was there.
Impressive artifact for the 7-8th century BC!
Dinner was held in a local restaurant and we were only staying here for one evening before moving on.
The tiny (19 room) Khujand Grand hotel with no elevators and I was on the third floor! Luckily they handled my luggage.
My room was not well furnished but it sure was big and the AC worked and the water was hot. All is good!
For some reason restaurants seem to like having these heavy, upholstered chairs. Although comfortable they were hard to get in/out of them
Very flavorful potatoes.
Eggplant. I did not take picture of entree.
I went for a walk after dinner. Lots of families were out enjoying the mild evening.
We are in the Fergana Valley, considered to be the most fertile part of Central Asia. Alexander the Great founded a city here in 329BCE. This area was on the famous Silk Road trade route. They grew and continue to grow grains, silk, cotton, nuts, vegetables and fruits here. The current city of Fergana was established by the Russians in 1876 and retains its Russian influence to this day. Early settlers were encouraged to plant trees and it is now one of the greenest cities in Uzbekistan.
Fields where grapes are grown for eating, not for making wine.
Another important crop grown in the area is wheat.
Local market where you can buy almost anything.
Making “somsa”, the popular local version of an empanada.
From Fergana we drove the short distance to the city of Kokand, that dates back to the 10th century where we visited an 18th century Madrassah school and the 1873 palace of Khudayer Khan with its 113 rooms.
The Narbutabey Madrassah, a boys Islamic school that was originally built in 1799.
A Madrassah was an Islamic boys school.
All these buildings have elaborate mosaic tilework.
A local person who was coming to worship later in the day. He took us around and showed us the adjacent mosque.
It was a simple mosque where worshippers stayed outdoors.
A saying from the Koran.
The attached Muslim cemetery where the graves are simple with no special adornments.
The 113 room palace of Khudayar Khan.
Another view of the palace facade.
Entrance to the palace.
Carved doors.
Closeup of the door carving.
Ceramic tiles with elaborate design are everywhere.
More decor in the palace.
Carving in the palace.
Look at the detail in the ceiling.
One of the 113 rooms in the palace.
The blossom on a pomegranate tree growing in the palace courtyard.
Clothing on display in the palace.
Map of the old Silk Road.
A 19th century Koran.
School kids ready to spend money on some snacks after a visit to the palace. He was the first of dozens of kids who interacted with this lady.
The school kids wanted a picture with our group.
Nearby is the Jami Mosque, one of the 600 mosques and 15 Islamic boys teaching schools (called “madrassah) that once existed here.
The Jami mosque, dating to the early 19th century.
Top of the minaret at the mosque.
Inside the Jami mosque.
Walkway in the exterior of the Jami mosque.
Carved exterior of the mosque.
It was then on to the town of Rishtan, famous for its ceramics. We visited the shop of a ceramics master where we saw how the intricate pottery is made and painted, all by hand. Lunch was also served in the garden area of this small “oasis” in the city.
Entering the home of a ceramic master,
The beauty of the home is behind the entry.
They love growing roses in this part of the world. We saw them everywhere.
Lunch in the garden area.
Still warm bread!
Fresh yogurt, pickled beets, roasted nuts and cilantro.
Another delicious soup.
Meat filled dumplings that reminded me of Asian fare.
Dessert of cherries, coated nuts and cookies.
Watching a master at work.
Everything is painted by hand!
Drawing the pattern by hand.
Ready to be painted then fired. It takes days to complete one of these dishes.
Examples of the type of ceramics they make here.
Leaving there we visited a local business that grew silk and made silk products. There we received a fairly detailed explanation and demonstration of how silk is created and made into unique products. Of course we were given the opportunity to purchase some unique, fairly inexpensive silk products they manufactured.
Walking down an alley to get to a neighborhood silk “factory”.
We interrupted a kid soccer game.
This 17 year old kid acted as our guide. He was knowledgeable and articulate!
Silkworms eating Mulberry leaves. They feed for one month before making cocoons.
Showing how the cocoons are converted into silk thread.
Creating the design for the silk weaving.
Weaving the silk into a final product.
Watching some “magic” as they created some remarkable designs on the silk by dipping it into these dyes. It was like making tie dyed tee shirts.
The resultant silk product. Impressive!
Note the unique designs these guys created by dipping the raw silk in the different dyes. It was an impressive display.
They wanted a picture with our whole group.
Of course we were taken to their shop….to shop!
Lots of opportunity to spend money. Prices were quite reasonable.
I was tempted to…but passed up buying this for $70!
After the shopping spree we returned in the late afternoon to our hotel in Fergana for dinner again in a private home. We move on in the morning.
Local bakery selling artistic breads.
Furkat bought this to serve at our dinner tonight.
Entry to the courtyard and home where we had dinner.
Another trio of appetizers, which included marinated mushrooms.
Delicious chicken dish. I was impressed with the flavor of the potatoes in this country.
Sweet dessert tonight, no fruit.
Our host showing us the picture of his father who served in the Russian army.
Our visit to Bishkek was over, simply an overnight stay, as we have an early morning flight to Osh, the second largest city that lies in the southern part of Kyrgyzstan. We had been warned in our pre-trip literature that there would be a charge for any luggage that weighed more than 33 pounds.Furkat said not to worry, MIR would pay for any overage. Kudos to MIR! Our flight left at 8AM so we had to leave the hotel at 6AM. MIR arranged for us to have a boxed breakfast bag available when we left the hotel. The airport required two security checks. When entering the terminal you had to remove your shoes and put them on the X-ray belt with your luggage. Later on you went through another security check but you did not have to remove your shoes that time. Weird?
Dawn at 6AM in Bishkek.
Very little traffic at 6 AM.
Never saw a limo like this one!
Manas airport in Bishkek.
These gentlemen asked to have a picture taken with me.
Our regional jet ride to Osh.
The Osh airport.
Osh dates back to the 8th century BC. It was an important area for silk production and a key stop along the Silk Road. It lies on the edge of the Fergana Valley, an important agricultural area of Kyrgyzstan. It also is quite close to Uzbekistan, our next stop. The city of Osh has a population of 455,000 people, consisting mostly of Kyrgyz and Uzbeks.
Our first stop was a visit to Sulayman (also spelled Sulaiman) Sacred mountain, a holy Islam site where the prophet Sulayman is said to be buried. Sulayman is the Islamic story of King Solomon. It is also the site where Babur, a 14th century Muslim prophet who founded the Mughal Dynasty in India, came when he was 14 for forty days of fasting and meditation (called a chilla). The site is a UNESCO World Heritage site and historians think it might be the mid-point of the famed Silk Road. It is often visited by pilgrims from around the world. Indeed there were people there when we visited that morning.
All the trees have been painted to deter insects.
Some new apartments under construction.
A store we recognized!
Part of a large group of horse sculptures on the roadway.
They went through great pains to create these sculpted trees.
The Sulayman Sacred mountain site.
View of a mosque and the city of Osh from the monument.
A pilgrim visiting the sacred site.
From there we visited a local private (350 students) school in Osh where three students gave us a tour of their school (students gone already) and answered questions about their schooling. Their English was quite good. The most common language spoken in the country is Russian because of their past relationships.
The three students who led us on a tour of their school.
The library had books in Russian and English.
Blackboard in the math classroom.
The room where they hold group meetings and events.
A tour of the limited sports facilities at the school.
We had an earlier than normal lunch in a private home with a typical meal of multiple salads, bread, soup, a meat course and fruit. I was impressed with the quantity and quality of the vegetables and soup. It was something I did not expect to find in this part of the world.
Our home lunch.
Fresh strawberries, but Furkat suggested we not eat them here as we do not know how well they were washed.
This is a traditional Uzbek dish called “plov”. Made with rice and beef.
Cream filled horns for dessert. Usually we only get fruit.
After lunch we continued our journey. The border crossing went smoothly, taking only about 25 minutes and by 1 PM we were in Uzbekistan.
Welcome to Uzbekistan.
The flag of Uzbekistan.
A bit overloaded if you ask me,
Selling apricots and cherries along the highway.
Local bread for sale. It was very good.
Local ladies out shopping.
What you do when you cannot pick a single color for your house.
The yellow exposed piping is the natural gas lines! Supposedly they think it is safer to have them above ground where people will see (and avoid) them.
They do not follow normal rules for parking.
By 4PM we had arrived in the city of Fergana (also spelled Ferghana or Farg’ona) where we stayed in a “funky” 1950s hotel where the decor reminded me of my grandmother’s home. The water was hot and the AC worked so I had no complaints!
The only camels I have seen since arriving in Central Asia,
Charming series of courtyards outside the hotel.
Uzbekistan money. 100,000 is worth about $7.70 US dollars.
We are leaving the lake region and headed to Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, but will be doing some sightseeing along the way. Near the Baytur resort is a fairly new (2019) small museum called the Museum of Nomadic Civilizations where we made our first stop of the day. It was surprisingly very nice as it was compact with plenty of English postings so we could understand what we were seeing. The museum contains artifacts and displays that partain to the history and culture of the ancient Turkic and Altaic nomadic peoples. The displays range from clothing, jewelry, carpets tools weapons and even musical instruments. Everyone seemed to like our one hour visit.
Our route for the day. Next stop : Bishkek.
The museum of nomadic culture.
Turns out nomads did not use it much as it hindered their movement.
Firhad explaining how the yurts were designed and assembled.
How to move your home-nomad style.
Manas was a legendary hero and his poem was passed down from generation to generation. They had no written language.
These look an awfully like American Indian sun catchers.
Tepees in Uzbekistan? They were abandoned in favor of yurts.
Leather containers for carrying water.
Household utensils
Loom for making strapping for yurts.
What fashionable ladies wore.
Nomadic baby cradle.
Traditional male Uzbek hat. It is peaked because Uzbekistan is mountainous so people would know where you are from.
Local swing.
Creative teeter totter.
The color caught my eye.
Local “busker” trying to get tourists to pay to have picture taken with his golden eagle.
State of a nomad near the museum.
Our next stop was at the Burana Tower, one of the few remaining minarets/watchtowers on the old Silk Road. There was a 9th century town ( Balasagun) that surrounded the tower, but it has disappeared. The tower was built in the 11th century and was originally 45 m (148 ft) tall. A major earthquake in the 15th century destroyed the upper half of the tower and the resulting tower is now 25 m (82 ft) tall. Even so it is an imposing structure.
Modest house with an expensive fence and gate.
You own land, you build a fence, even though there is nothing to protect!
Furkat was good about having snacks as we rode. These are small chocolates.
Roadside onions.Agriculture is big here.
The housing is not as fancy or new.
Another roadside mosque.
Scenery is changing. The greenery is gone.
We are going up in elevation.
Someone spent a lot of time placing these rocks to create this.
Where has all the lush fields gone?
The Burana Tower, only half of its original height. It was built in the 11th century.
My artistic shot of the Burana tower.
More bal bals (ancient headstones) are here.
Artifacts from BC era!
Good written postings about the site.
Now that is a RV!
MIR seems to like to break up meals by offering some in private homes and today was our first such experience with that and it turned out to be a huge success as once the meal was done we were entertained by a local four piece musical group that played local music on traditional musical instruments. It was delightful. Leaving the home we got to interact with other (i.e.older) family members who were demonstrating making a major product of Kyrgyzstan-felt and its associated products. Of course there was an opportunity to buy some souvenirs if we so chose. I felt obligated to help the local economy by buying one of the homemade products.
We walked into a private home and was greeted with this spread! We soon learned it would be common.
Our hostess and her husband. Note the peaked hat he wears.
Multiple salads, breads, appetizers, fresh yogurt filled the table
A local beer seemed like the right thing to have. They typically cost $3-4.
The main course. I was surprised to see pasta!
We were surprised by a local group who entertained us with traditional music and songs while we ate.
Members played different instruments including a juice harp, a flute and something I had no idea what it was! They also sang.
A harpsichord.
I do not know what this instrument is.
Multi-generational family and friends working on making felt and felt products.
Suki (in blue) has a German mother and she learned that this grandmother had taught German in school for decades. They had quite a chat-in German!
The lady I bought an item from. It was different colors than the one she is holding.
Waving goodbye as we left.
We were off to a nearby field where we got to experience a local sporting event called “kupkari or ulak” which has existed in Central Asia since the days of Genghis Khan (13th Century). Teams of horsemen compete against each other by trying to pick up a goat carcass (weighing 30-40lbs) and tossing it into a bin at the end of the field. Think of it perhaps like polo but with a dead goat instead of a ball. It can be a fairly dangerous sport. You can learn more about the sport here:
Today two local teams put on an exhibition of the sport for us. It was quite a sight, something I have never seen before.
The kids are carrying the goat carcass out onto the playing field.
Showing us the object of the game- picking up this real goat carcass and racing it over the “goal line”.
Managing to grab the goat carcass. Now to try to make an escape.
And a breakaway to toss the goat into a large container! GOAL!
By this time it was after 3:30 PM and we left for our destination for the night- Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, arriving there after 6 PM. Dinner was at the hotel, the Hyatt Regency (very nice) and early to be as we have an early morning flight to catch.
Some buildimgs seen as we enter Bishkek.
Fairly new Hyatt Regency here.
View of the park from my room.
I can see distant mountains also.
We had a local entrepreneur talk about business in Kyrgyzstan.
A tasty trout was the main course.
Their version of Apple,pie and ice cream.
Steps for the day: only 5498. There was a lot of bus riding.
Kyrgyzstan is a relatively small landlocked country (7 million population) surrounded by the Tian Shan and Pamir mountain ranges. Visually it is stunning! Although there are over 130 ethnic groups represented the vast majority are native Kyrgyks (78%) followed by Uzbeks (14%) and Russians (4%). Why so many ethnic groups? It turns out this area is on the main Silk Road trail so everyone passed through here at one time or another. Many stayed. The primary religions are Islam, followed by Russian Orthodox.
Trivia for the day: Kyrgyk is derived from a Turkic word meaning “we are 40” which is believed to refer to the 40 clans brought under a unified control by the ruler, Manas. The Persian suffix word -stan means “place of”. Now you know!
Our hotel is on lake Issyk-Kul, the 2nd largest high altitude lake (5280 ft) in the world (after Lake Titicaca in Bolivia). It is huge: 113 miles long, 37 miles wide with a maximum depth of 2192 ft. The water is somewhat saline but it does have fish. Supposedly there is no outlet to the lake. The water temperature does not get beyond 70 degrees in the summer so you have to be pretty hardy to swim in it. Even so this is a very popular summer resort area for people.
The elevation at Lake Issyk-kul..
The fancy Baytur Resort.
The hotel is about two blocks from the actual lake. Having awaken early I went for a walk before breakfast.
The huge outdoor pool at the resort.
Besides the hotel there are quite a few condos and single family homes in the resort complex.
There are several murals on buildings in the resort.
The beach and pier on Lake Issyk-Kul.
View from the pier.
Looking back at the mountain range behind the hotel.
Looking back at the hotel from the beach walkway.
One of several wall hangings displaying local dress in the hotel.
Breakfast sweets! Who can resist?
Interesting mix of breakfast items: stewed vegetables, pizza and shakshuka.
Our day began with a short boat ride on the lake. There was only one other active boat there, also full of tourists. Surprisingly there are not many boats on the lake at any time as the authorities dissuade their use to keep the area pristine.
A local mosque. Even though we see a lot of them we have not heard a call to prayer like you do in Muslim countries.
Had to laugh seeing how they close off roadways.
This is a stadium where the World Nomad Games competition was held three times.
Surprised to see such a large boat in the area.
The very small marina. Our boat was on the right. They do not encourage boating on the lake and tax boats heavily to limit them.
Leaving the small harbor.
Major mountains but fairly barren. We are only 35 miles from Almaty as the crow flies but there is no road through the mountains.
Group picture on our boat ride.
From there we drove to the nearby park where there are some 1200 petroglyphs that date back some 2500 years.
These massive doors/gates are on almost every home. They look expensive.
An open area museum that featured petroglyphs from the BCE era.
A very large pile of boulders left here from the last ice age.
Our local guide, Firhad, spoke excellent English and was a wealth of information about his country.
Thankfully there were plenty of signs telling us what is portrayed in the petroglyph.
The dark “coating” on the rocks is an oxide of manganese which allowed the ancient artists to carve their pictures on the rock.
Stone fencing.
Deer image.
Deer with large antlers.
Mountain Goat
Two deer.
Ancient Turkic Sculpture
These are called bal bal in this culture.
This group of Asian people were performing a dance routine. Not sure why.
It was then on to the Semenov gorge (also known as the Kyrchyn Gorge) where we stopped at a local yurt for lunch. We were told we would have to remove our shoes and sit on the floor. I was a bit skeptical about being served a “local” lunch; however we sat down to a simply marvelous lunch that featured local caught grilled trout and a variety of salads and locally made bread. Best meal of the trip so far!
Scenery near the yurt.
A yurt in the middle of nowhere where we will be having lunch.
She is barbecuing locally caught trout!
We had to take off our shoes to enter the yurt.
The luncheon setup. There are always several different salads to share. Unfortunately we had to sit on the floor which is not easy for many of us.
Our fabulous BBQ luncheon of local trout!
Our luncheon group. It was a great meal.
The view of the ceiling and structure of the yurt. It can be assembled in about three hours!
After lunch we went on a short “hike” ( I would label it as a walk) in the gorge. The gorge was a lush green with snow capped mountains in the background. The area reminded me of Colorado.
A modern day yurt.
The scenery in the gorge.
Reminded me of Colorado.
A family lives deep in the gorge. I believe they offer horseback rides.
People learn to ride at a young age.
Another selfie at a beautiful location.
Our “hike” was along the road we came in on.
A local lady who let us take her picture.
The last activity of the day was an encounter with a local “burkutchu”, an golden eagle hunter who brought his birds and gave us a lengthy demonstration of how these magnificent birds are trained to hunt. This form of hunting has been used here for thousands of years. It was a fascinating experience.
A local golden eagle trainer. He has done this over 25 years.
The training gear. This is a fox skin.
Take a look at those claws!
He rode off a distance with the eagle. His assistant, on another horse, began dragging the decoy on the ground. The eagle was released and flew at and landed (hard) on the decoy.
The eagle is trained to stay with
the prey until his master comes.
He is rewarded with food.
Old eagle eyes!
He also brought a much smaller hunter-a falcon.
A picture of the hooded falcon.
A falcon kills by slamming into its prey. It is trained to hit a moving decoy held by the trainer.
Got it!
His reward is some fresh meat.
We each had a chance to hold the golden eagle which weighs about 8 lbs.
We were back at the hotel a little after 5 PM after spending a great day exploring this lovely area. Most of us felt this was the best day of the trip so far.
The type of road we had to deal with today in this part of the country. It slowed us down.
Not all rest stops had western toilets.
I liked the color of the windows!
Another cemetery we passed in this rather remote area.
Furkat says the yellow is from a winter cover crop.
Dinner was a buffet at the hotel; there was nothing worth taking a photo of.
Steps for the day: 9382.
May 5, 2025: On Our Way to Kyrgyzstan, the Next “Stan” on Our List!
We are headed to Kyrgyzstan today but will be sightseeing as we go, with our first stop to explore an area called Charyn Canyon, which is sometimes referred to as the “little brother of the Grand Canyon”. We will see how true that may be. Charyn Canyon is about 200 km east of Almaty, so it is closer to the Chinese border( ~480 km). The canyon itself is about 154 km (96 miles) long. It was 84 degrees when we arrived but luckily there was a good breeze so the temperature was not a problem. Once there we were given the opportunity to take one of two trails in the area. The first was a 1 km trail along the top of the canyon to two viewpoints. The second option was a trail down to the bottom of the canyon which was longer and had more elevation to deal with. Everyone chose the leisurely walk.
The beautiful mountains outside .almaty.
I did not recognize this vehicle. Could it be Chinese? We saw quite a few cars we could not identify. On the other hand there were a ton of Kia and Hyundai vehilces on the road.
The gas station where there was a prayer room.
Furkat bought some local snacks to share on the bus.
Charyn Canyon National Park.
A description of the area we are visiting.
There is the shorter, less elevation trail versus the longer, steeper trail in the canyon bottom. You can guess which one we chose.
Even though it says Almaty this is the elevation at the canyon.
The start of the hike along the canyon rim.
Seeing how far down the canyon walk is I am glad we did not choose to do that route!
Another selfie attempt.
A wildflower managing to grow in this rocky environment.
Age of the rocks in the area.
Not sure why this piece of metal is here. We used it as a photo op.
That is Suki, a fellow traveler who walked the upper trail with me.
I returned to the parking lot at the assigned time to find our “picnic” lunch laid out under a pergola. It felt good sitting for awhile and the sandwiches were freshly made. All was well!
Our picnic lunch.
What the area could look like if you were here at the right time!
Refreshed and fed we began our long drive to Issyk Kul in Kyrgyzstan which included our first border crossing-from Kazakhstan to Kyrgyzstan. We were warned to make sure we took no pictures anywhere near the border. The border crossing procedure goes as follows. You stop and get your luggage off the bus. You walk through the Kazakh border where first a guard checks your passport. You then go into an office where the Kazakh passport people “check you out” of the country with a picture and a passport stamp. Another guard checks your passport as you exit the country. Next you walk some distance in the neutral no-man’s land between borders and check in at Kyrgyzk border where a guard looks at your passport and I assume looks for the exit passport stamp from the previous country. You then proceed into a building to check in with the Kyrgyzk immigration people who also take your photo and stamp your passport. You are then free to walk across the border where another army personnel checks your passport to make sure you were cleared by immigration. There is a lot of looking at your passport! Depending on how many people are trying to get through the timing to do all this can vary greatly. In this case we were fairly lucky and we cleared the border in about 35 minutes. And once we crossed the border we were met with a new bus and a local guide, Firhad, who happened to have studied a year at U of Texas. His English was excellent and he turned out to be a wealth of knowledge about his country, Kyrgyzstan. He would be with us the entire time we are in Kyrgyzstan. We boarded our new ride and continued our journey.
The driving process always includes regular scheduled “happy stops” along the way to stretch our legs and visit the local bathrooms, which so far have been fairly decent, but we were warned some might not be western style toilets and the ladies always knew to carry tissue with them. Most are at gas stations so we had a chance to grab some snacks if we chose. We did have an unusual one this trip as we pulled up to what appeared to be a commercial business and it turned out to be a school dedicated to sports training. They were gracious and allowed us to use their bathrooms.
Crossing the Charyn River.
The scenery is changing.
A school that trains students to be athletes. We stopped and asked if we could use their bathrooms!
In this village it is a custom to leave open your gate as an invite to whoever comes by to stop in. Closed gate, do not bother to knock.
Small villages have small markets.
Moving higher in elevation.
The first yurts we saw.
One of many small churches we saw along the highway.
One of several roadside cemeteries we passed. The headstones are plain-a Muslim tradition.
Once in Kyrgyzstan we noticed a change in the landscape. It was more mountainous (90% of the country are mountains) and evergreen trees. The highest peak is over 23,000 feet. It was really lovely and several of our fellow travelers remarked on how pretty it was. From the semi-mountainous area we next entered what is called the “greenlands” which was obviously agricultural, and again very pretty. By the way the government owns all the land but people can be granted long term leases to build a home or start an agricultural endeavor, or simply plant a family garden.
The bus that picked us up on the Kyrgyzstan side of the border. It was new, clean and spacious.
Beautiful mountain vistas as we entered Kyrgyzstan.
Pine trees showing up.
Moving cattle to new pastures higher in the mountains. We had to be cautious as they sometimes crossed the road.
Also horses!
A small rural village.
Suddenly we are in green farmland they call “the grasslands”.
Very crudely made fencing on many properties.
There was major road upgrades being made as we worked our way to the lake, resulting in us bouncing along on unpaved roads for over 50 miles! The ride was not bad but it did slow us down, so we did not arrive at our hotel (Baytur Resort & Spa) until 6:30PM, later than expected. The good news was that it is a very new hotel right on the lake and we will be spending two nights here.
The very large Issyk-kul lake.
I saw fellow travelers having one of these at a happy stop so I had to try it.
My room at the Baytur Resort. It was nice!
A funky bathroom with sliding glass walls on two sides. Kind of a weird setup.
Steps for the day: 9764, mainly due to the hike at Charyn Canyon.