Uzbekistan, day 8: Bukara and the way to Farap border My last day in Uzbekistan is my first full day on my bike since I was travelling the country by car with my parents until then.
A last picture in Bukara before the ride...
Approaching the city of Karakul...there was also a village named Karakul in Tajikistan so don't get confused!
Iranian, turkish, turkmen, uzbek russian and kazak trucks queuing before the border.
I just got welcomed in the only house available at the border. I have to stay overnight on the uzbek side to meet my guide and driver in Turkmenistan the next day. This is Mama Fatima, she just offered me half a water melon while she enjoys the other half!
The house I stayed in for the night...after the late afternoon sand storm!
Mama Fatima cooking diner for her french guest: russian sausages, eggs from around the house, local bread and some russian piva (for "beer").
Mama Fatima preparing tea for me...the water comes from a nearby river.
The next day in the morning, good bye Uzbekistan! Behind me is the uzbek border, ahead of me, the turkmen one.
