Swervin’ Mervin, the van driver took us to Tajikistan this morning. There was a major focus on leaving all of your money and valuables behind-concern with the border crossings and police stops. The border crossing was no problem.
We went across the border and visited the local museum. Since the country has been in a civil war since 1992, we couldn’t go much further than the border towns.
Back to Samarkand and we walked back towards the hotel, stopping for a cold beer at the local tea house—complete with a falcon, fornicating peacocks and a kid killing flies on the beef hanging at his stand with a fly swatter.
We decided to try the Russian restaurant recommendation from last night and grabbed a cab. Once again, we were the only ones in the restaurant so we walked in and when they tried to sell us a bottle of wine for $15, we decided to walk out—to the local dive next door.
An Armenian family ran a street side grill—Mom was sewing, Dad cooking shaslik over a wood fire and their daughter practiced her English on us. We had a great meal of grill chicken (shshlik), green beans and beers.
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