Kokand

An early a.m. breakfast and we were on the road to Kokand.

In Kokand, we saw the Palace, the Madressa, the Mosque and the Yak airplane in the park outside the Palace.

We had lunch in Margilan at the home of an arrogant silk master who spent the entire lunch telling us how wonderful he is (and his 2 wives and 8 children). Then, when Jack tried to buy a huge piece of his silk, he informed him that it’s not for sale. The Atlas House of Scraps.
Once again, we blew off the group early and had beers in the “garden” by the hotel. Our umbrella blew over and we got beer spilled all over us. We then had a major argument with the waiter about paying for the blown over beers. We finally paid him and told him, “ It’s “bad tourism”.
At dinner, we had wine (only one bottle of red left in the restaurant), cheese, no lights…. We cleaned them out of their entire wine stock—two bottles of bad rose.