Samarkand and the Eighth Wonder of the World

The Registan in Samarkand. Sometimes referred to as the Eighth Wonder of the World. It doesn't really need any more description than that.



The Registan at night deserved its own recognition. It was even worth the front seat ride in a Samarkand taxi.



More Samarkand - some places very crowded with school trips, full of polite teenagers very keen to take selfies with the funny looking foreigners "you on Instagram, yes?". Also an encounter with one of the many gas powered cars in the country, don't think too closely about the consequences of a rear end Collision. A little bit of blackmarket currency trading as well, via the bus driver, guide and a man on a street corner...




















Dinner last night was in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the Bibi Khanum Mosque. The other 60 guests were the Samarkand WI on an iftar night out...there was a lot of dancing and singing. I got to sit down for about 10 seconds before my new best friend decided I should join them, and there was no refusing! Oddly enough, it turns out to be very like flamenco...go figure.





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