I’ve been off the bike for a whole week.
I’m feeling a little bit chubby, and a little bit lazy. Especially lazy, as I watch from my warm room as yet another band of cold rain strafes Tashkent.
It’s been worth the time off, I think. A few days to recharge, and to ready myself for a lot of long, hard miles to come. And a little time to adjust to the cultural and meteorological differences between India and Uzbekistan makes the change less stressful.
And it really is a different world on this side of the Hindu Kush.
I was a little nervous flying over Afghanistan on the way here (above). Not because I was worried about flying over Afghanistan, but because of some of the stories I’d read about Uzbekistan.
It’s apparently impossible to get hold of dollars here, as the handful of cash machines in the country are always empty. And I wasn’t sure I’d managed to collect enough in India to get across Uzbekistan. Customs apparently take your bags apart, searching for prescription drugs, undeclared cash and pornography. And the currency is apparently so shot that you have to take your money around in carrier bags (due to the fact that the highest note here is only 1000 Soms).
All very dramatic and a bit worrying. And mostly not quite right (dollar cash machine working, customs polite, bags scanned but unsearched). Although the currency is definitely shot, and my Uzbek Som are, indeed, in a carrier bag…
As it turns out (so far, at least), I feel surprisingly at home here. Yes, it took a few minutes to get India out of my system. I got in the wrong side of the taxi at the airport. I gawped at the cleanliness and quietness of the streets on the way into town. And I thought I might have gone deaf for a moment, due to the almost total lack of honking. We even stopped at a pedestrian crossing to allow people to cross. It was all a bit disorientating. Disconcerting, even.
But, fairly shortly after arriving at my magnificently old-school Soviet hotel (above), I realised that I actually knew how things worked here, and that I was probably going to enjoy myself. Not that the relatively posh hotels will last for long, mind you…
I was lucky enough to spend many months in the former Soviet Union when I was (a lot) younger, as countries crashed, recovered and crashed again in the 1990s and the noughties. And I speak enough Russian to get by (it’s the common language here). By the time I’d had my second conversation about unofficial money changing (with the second person I spoke to – it’s a national sport over here), things were starting to come into focus for me.
The currency here is, indeed, something of a mess. The government sets the official rate (currently just under 2900 Som to the dollar). The market sets a more realistic rate (currently around 6600). Although you’re unlikely to get quite the market rate as a foreigner, you can get close with a bit of haggling (another national sport). You can see both rates here.
The dual exchange rate basically halves the cost of anything which is priced in dollars. Which means that dollar prices initially appear really expensive. For example, my SIM card and internet package, which was outrageously priced up at $35, actually cost more like $17. Still very pricey, compared to South East Asia and India, but not too bad. And, unlike India, it worked as soon as I bought it.
While it’s no longer true that the biggest Uzbek note is 1000 Som (less than 20 cents), things have not changed that much. The biggest note is now 5000 Som, which is still less than $1 at the ‘real’ rate. The picture above is a million Som, or less than $200. And it’s still pretty bulky.
Apart from readjusting to life in the 1990s, I’ve spent my two days in Tashkent generally staring at driving rain. I managed a couple of little strolls, to inspect the impressive city centre buildings, but the weather has been woeful here since I arrived.
I’ve also been enjoying the widespread availability of proper cheese, which is an immense step forward. And I unpacked and rebuilt the bike today, alleviating the last of the major concerns that were bothering me over Afghanistan. As always (so far!), the bike survived the flight with no obvious problems, and is ready to hit the road tomorrow (Friday).
And it’s hitting the road in a big way over here. Most riding days will be over 100 km, as I head south-west for a long, long way, before turning to head north-west to Kazakhstan (for another long, long way). Ancient cities, camels, and long desert days should be in the offing.
There are likely to be some tough days ahead. But for now, I’m fed, rested, and raring to go. The Silk Road is calling, and I’m excited to see what it brings. As long as the rain stops, I’ll be happy…
It’s amazing how cultures are so vastly different. I suppose that is what makes travelling so interesting, not to mention the language, the currency and the all important cheese.
Good to use your Russian again too, very important to be able to order beer (vodka) and cheese.
I would have been nervous flying over Afghanistan, glad it was ok.
Back on the bike tomorrow, sounds like you are looking forward to getting back in the saddle.
Love Aunty Ev x
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Yep – I’ve done the ex-Sov thing before, but this is a Muslim country too – should be interesting…
Booze and cheese is definitely good news, though 😉
It’s cold, too – definitely a bit different from India!
Glad to see you have become a millionaire again comrade. Enjoy Tashkent, this sounds like it is about to get rather hard – no real adventure is easy they say. Great read bytheway.
Cheers, mate. It’s a nice feeling until you realise that hotels cost hundreds of thousands a night 😉
First ten days or so shouldn’t be too bad, but the deserts will be ‘interesting’…
It will be interesting to hear about the traffic. And the road surfaces.
BruceMarg AroundOz 2014-2015 via the highest peak in each Australian State and Territory
Better than you might think, so far. But I’m still in the civilised bit – the desert might be different 😉