central asia (the –stans) part 3: silk roading

the registan, samarkand, uzbekistan

read part one here

uzbekistan – what a country. first off, it has the wackiest currency situation you’ve ever heard of. the government sets the official exchange rate, but the uzbek currency is actually worth less than half of what the government says it is. so there is a black market currency trade on the street, on which you may sell u.s. dollars and get twice as much value as you would from an atm. because of this no one uses atms (even if they did, there are only about one in each city, and they are filled once a month and run out of cash by about the third day of the month). the problem is, selling u.s. dollars on the black market is illegal. and uzbekistan is a brutal police state, so you really don’t want to get caught breaking the law. but there’s not much of a choice on this one. most random people don’t want to risk changing money for you on the black market though, and believe me, i asked. i finally found my go-to guy in the capital tashkent. he owned the disco across the street from the hotel i was staying at, and i went to him first because it was the only place open and i needed cash to pay for the hotel. what goes down is he discretely takes my $50 bill and tells me to wait as he disappears. i wait for half an hour in this super shady, smoky club with lasers and strobe lights, having no idea if this guy is ever coming back. but even if every second time you try one of these shady illegal transactions the guy steals your money, you’re still better off than using an atm. he finally comes back, trying to hide the fact that he is carrying a huge bag of bills. the largest uzbek bill is the equivalent of about 20 cents. so any amount of money comes in stacks of bills held together with elastic bands. you need a backpack to carry $50. especially if you want to leave without anyone knowing you’re carrying money from an illegal transaction. fun stuff!

as mentioned, uzbekistan is a police state that has been run by the same despotic regime since the soviet union collapsed. the dictator’s name is islam karimov. despite his first name and the fact that 80% of the population is muslim, his main opposition has been from a group called the islamic movement of uzbekistan (imu), which is based in the volatile ferghana valley. thus, what is said in the mosques is a major concern for government intelligence; rumor has it every sermon in the country needs to be approved in advance, and every religious gathering is under the scrutiny of agents. government agents murdered several hundred protesters in 2005 in the main square of the city of andijan before burying them in mass graves, an example that is just the tip of the disturbing iceberg of complete government control of everything. despite these human rights violations, karimov has managed to keep himself off the united states’ bad list by allowing the u.s. military to use uzbekistan’s airports for the war in afghanistan. and despite being a police state, the police aren’t trusted to protect people; one of the biggest sectors of the economy is personal protective services for the rich. for everyone else though it is quite safe. every single car in uzbekistan is a taxi – one simply holds your arm out at a 10 degree angle from your body and every car will pull over and be glad to give you a ride for a small fee. got in with some sketchy characters but every one got me where i wanted to go!

uzbekistan is very poor, but one of the benefits of having a dictator is that they may feel free to squander the state’s money on a legacy high speed train through the central asian desert. the 250 km/hr train is called the afrosiyob, and goes from the capital tashkent to samarkand. alas, it was sold out when i wanted to take it, so i had to settle for the slow train. getting on the train in uzbekistan requires no less than five separate security and passport checks.

samarkand was the capital of the blood-thirsty warlord tamerlane, or timur, who controlled one of the world’s largest empires in the 1300s. after he died and his empire was imploding, his descendants built impressive architectural edifaces, mostly in the form of mosques. timur is now being hailed as hero of “modern” uzbekistan. the most epic place in samarkand and central asia is the registan emsemble, three mosques with massive facades that face a central square. it is truly awe inspiring. while there, a soldier approached me about a racket he was running to let people climb a minaret of one of the mosques for a small monetary “gift.” that’s just how things work in this part of the world, i was learning. i got to the top of the tiny spiral staircase and there was just a hole out the top of the minaret, providing absolutely beautiful views over the registan and all of samarkand.

the registan emsemble, samarkand, uzbekistan
new friends, samarkand

samarkand
samarkand
samarkand

other things i saw in samarkand included the tomb of timur. they wanted $5 to get in so i opted to just discretely enter through the back door for free. the tomb of the hebrew prophet daniel is in samarkand’s expansive cemetery, as is a much more frequented tomb of one of muhammad’s cousins who brought islam to central asia.

uzbek streets

i also visited another famous ancient silk road city four hours further into the desert called bukhara. despite being in uzbekistan, the populations of both samarkand and bukhara are predominantly ethnic tajik, with tajik being the prominent language instead of uzbek. the political divisions that became the –stans were created by stalin and often did not correlate with the natural ethnic borders, presumably so he could pit local groups against each other to prevent uprisings against his central government.

i spent three nights in the ancient and amazing old city of bukhara. it is very much like it must have been like for the last 2000 years. the centerpiece of the city is a large walled mound called “the ark,” on which lived the local emir and a small city to support him. famously, in 1842 two british emissaries named stoddard and connelly were ceremonially beheaded at the ark for not bringing appropriate gifts to the emir. the emirate of bukhara was actually an independent nation-state until 1917. close by to the ark is the kalyan minaret, once the tallest structure in central asia. criminals would be thrown from the top to their deaths. when genghis khan razed the city he either spared the minaret because of its beauty or tried to topple it but was unable to do so – in either case it was the only thing in bukhara to survive his raid. below the minaret is an ancient madrassa (islamic school) and the po-i mosque, and miles of twisting market streets. nearby is the iconic char minor mosque, with four differently sized rounded minarets, making it look like something out of a fantasy movie. each of the minarets has incorporated symbology of another religion, including christianity and judaism. i stayed in such a nice guesthouse called rustan and zahara’s, which included an amazing, huge local breakfast of bread, yogurt, cheeses, preserved fruit and copious black tea. it was right in front of the center of the old city, a public water pool called lyabi hauze. these pools existed throughout the city as public water sources until most were filled in by the soviets for public health reasons. the second day i got the heatstroke bad wandering around all day but overall an excellent couple days in bukhara!

bukhara, uzbekistan
rustan and zahara’s guesthouse courtyard, bukhara
the ark, bukhara
the ark, bukhara
bukhara
lyabi hauze public pool, bukhara
kalyan minaret, bukhara
bukhara
minor mosque, bukhara

then it was back to tashkent on a long train ride with a college student who spoke english so we chatted the entire time and he taught me a lot, like how russia today (rt) is the least biased news source in the world. with a couple more days i would have loved to head further west into the desert in uzbekistan – there is a another famous silk road city called khiva which is right on the turkmenistan border. a couple hours further west from there is a theoretically autonomous region inhabited by nomadic tribes called karalpakistan, sometimes called “the forgotten stan.”  in its decrepit capital nukus is the world’s second largest collection of avant-garde anti-soviet art, in the savistsky museum. time, though.  back to israel through istanbul and then an all-day stop in athens greece. what a fascinating holiday!

central asia (the –stans) part 2: a side trip to tajikistan

from tashkent, uzbekistan i took a one-day impromptu trip to tajikistan. after much confusion thanks to there being two places in tashkent with the same name, by about noon i finally found the correct place to get the 1.5 hour ride south to the border. uzbekistan and tajikistan unfortunately haven’t got along particularly well, so the border crossings between the two are periodically closed for indefinite periods of time. it was open for me though, and went rather smoothly as there weren’t the crowds as at the other crossings. there appeared to be a sniper looking out from the top of a guard tower, but it ended up being just a mannequin. tajikistan is a small, oddly shaped country. the part i crossed into is in the ferghana valley, one of the most densely populated areas in central asia and also one of the most complicated, populated by kyrgyz, uzbek, tajik and russian ethnicities. if you look at a political map of the region, the borders are extremely convoluted. for example, there are dozens of enclaves of uzbekistan within kyrgyzstan, all in an area that looks like it is being hugged by one of tajikistan’s arms. despite all this, many people in the ferghana valley live in a country where they are an ethnic minority, which is kindling for ethnic violence. i went to the city of khujand, which is one of the most russian cities in the region. only in this part of the world: the most famous cities in uzbekistan are predominantly ethnic tajik and one of the biggest cities in tajikistan is predominantly ethnic russian.

the biggest sector of tajikistan’s economy today is unfortunately the smuggling of opiates, thanks to tajikistan’s long, mountainous border with northern afghanistan. indeed, even the uzbek border guard on my way out asked me: “you carry any guns, drugs, opiates?” most tourists who go to tajikistan go to trek in the remote pamir mountain range in the eastern half of the country, a semi-autonomous area called the gorno-badakhstan autonomous region (gbao), for which a special permit is required.

there was really nothing of note to see in khujand. i was looking for the market but forgot the name, and not a single person spoke a word of english and my phone was dead, so i ended up not being able to find it. so ended up just wandering around for a few hours and then heading back to tashkent before it got dark. the adventure was worth it though!

read part three here

central asia (the –stans) part 1: bishkek to tashkent

morning in bishkek, kyrgyzstan

for my ten day passover vacation i went to central asia! the first hurdle was getting a visa in advance for uzbekistan, which still has an archaic soviet-style multi-purposeless-step expensive visa application process. once that was figured out though, it was actually remarkably cheap to get there!

i flew first into bishkek, the capital of kyrgyzstan. the airport, manas international, has been a major staging area for the u.s. military efforts in afghanistan. bishkek is a nice little-feeling city of about one million people. kyrgyzstan is arguably the most forward looking of the stans – for example westerners don’t even need a visa to visit. interestingly though, it is also the –stan most friendly to its soviet past, arguably because it was a relatively poor area that benefited significantly from being part of the ussr. bishkek itself was built by the soviets, evidenced by its wide tree-lined boulevards. the soviet legacy has its drawbacks too though – for example kyrgyzstan was left with more than its share of radioactive waste. i arrived in the middle of the night and hung out at the downtown ala-too square as the sun rose. my first order of business in bishkek was to attempt to procure a visa for tajikstan to be of use later in the trip. i searched all morning for the tajik embassy, for which online directions were sketchy at best. finally found it in a nondescript house in a residential neighborhood, marked only in cyrillic. got the visa easily! everything in kyrgyzstan is in cyrillic and i was quite lost most of the time. slept in a hostel room with, among others, an old russian guy who had a multiple drug resistant tuberculosis-style hacking cough. despite the cool outdoor weather, the room was kept so hot that everyone could wear no more than briefs to sleep. i think i’m getting too old for the hostel thing. bishkek had a really nice coffee house chain called sierra and some excellent inexpensive korean food. there was a gargantuan outdoor market called osh bazaar, where they were selling everything from sheep heads to the local delicious homemade delicacy of brown fermented carbonated mare’s milk with chunks.

osh bazaar, bishkek, kyrgyzstan
brown fermented carbonated mare’s milk with chunks, kyrgyzstan

i then headed west, across the border into kazakhstan (after showing up at the marshrutka/shared taxi station and waiting for five hours for the vehicle to fill). along the way we swiped another vehicle at high speed, sending it into the ditch behind us. arrived in taraz, kazakhstan at about 9pm, and wandered around looking for a place to spend the night. in the main square of the town i met some tobacco-spitting high school boys, one of whom spoke english and accompanied me on a walking tour of the expansive town until we found a hotel two hours later. kazakhstan is rich, thanks to oil. i saw more stretch hummers and escalades there than in the rest of my life combined. rich but traditional – there were also kids riding horses through downtown taraz. next day grabbed another marshrutka (shared taxi) to shymkent, kazakhstan, and then to the uzbek frontier. a seemingly-nice non-english-speaking uzbek woman who was heading in the same direction ostensibly took me under her wing in shymkent, offering to share a series of taxis and shared-taxis to the capital of uzbekistan, tashkent. well, lets just say she ended up conning me.

stretching oil money, taraz, kazakhstan
tien shan range, kazakhstan

crossing the kazakhstan-uzbekistan border was one of the more chaotic processes imaginable. little old women can push! the uzbek customs forms are labeled only in cyrillic. there are some very aggressive “paperwork ladies” who presume you’ll be hiring them to fill out your forms for you and will grab your passport without your acquiescence; after some pushing and shouting i was able to retain my passport and escape them. instead i got some help with the forms from the uzbek woman who i didn’t yet know was conning me (she also expected me to help carry her luggage – should have seen it coming). i was also approached by an uzbek soldier who gruffly demanded that i log into my phone and hand it over to him. after some protestation, it was realized that he just wanted to delete a photo that i had taken outside the building an hour earlier which they must have caught on their ever-vigilant security cameras.

once into uzbekistan, it became clear that the woman was conning me when she wanted to continue sharing a taxi on my dime. so i got another taxi to tashkent. this english-speaking driver guy also ended up being a bit dishonest, dropping me off well short of the agreed-upon destination and demanding the full fare. he followed me into a metro station, shouting into my face about his kids who he claimed would be going hungry that night because i gave him $1 less than agreed upon for taking me less than half the distance agreed upon. a crowd formed, including a gaggle of uzbek police officers, and that was my introduction to uzbekistan.

then came the tashkent metro. uzbekistan is a police state. there are government people everywhere, watching everything. if you so much as glance at the single map that is in every metro station or say something (or don’t when asked something), they’ll know you’re not a local and demand to see your passport, and examine its every detail for the next 15 minutes. they will also ask you many personal questions, which you will feel as though you must answer as they are police and you are in a police state. the questions will likely be in russian and you will sort of have to guess what they are asking and act out the answers. then once you are in the metro there are cameras watching your every move. you may be incarcerated for taking a photograph in a metro station. the best part though is that all this only costs 20 cents per ride!

read part two here