Blogs from Qaraqalpakstan, Uzbekistan, Asia
Delayed blogs??? Means we are living in the moment.. ; )
Published: December 18th 2011Asia » Uzbekistan » QaraqalpakstanHey Everyone, Just so everyone knows I am still alive. I thought I would send a quick note to say we are still travelling... We are still having a ball.. BUT travelling with kids in Asia means I have less time then I am used to. Ha. As I re read that. What a statement. Lmao. ; ) Ps only ONE manicure and NO massages in the last four weeks should give you an idea of how little of time, I have had to blog. ; ) AND not one book read.. maybe a chapter. Bought heaps though. Mark must get started on building me another bookshelf when we get back home. ; ) I have recieved a few messages and feel horrible because although I check in breifly on facebook, I am really fighting hard ... read more
Über die Republik Karakalpakstan und das Ende vom Aralsee
Published: December 20th 2010Asia » Uzbekistan » Qaraqalpakstan » NukusAls letzte Station in Usbekistan fuhren wir nach Nukus. Die Fahrt von Urgentsch nach Nukus wollten wir ursprünglich im Bus antreten. Aber wohl durch die staatlich organisierte Baumwollernte (von der Polizei eskortierte Bus-Kolonnen mit den Pflückerinnen) hatte es nur einen Buskurs früh am Morgen. Wohl oder übel mussten wir uns also auf einen Taxifahrer einlassen. Wir hatten uns maximal 50 USD für uns beide vorgenommen und erreichten diesen Preis. Allerdings ging es betrügerisch weiter. Mit dem Taxifahrer fuhren wir vom Busbahnhof zum Basar. Dort wurden unsere Koffer zweimal umgeladen. Ein anderer Taxifahrer versicherte mir, dass wir zum ausgemachten Preis fahren würden. Dieser Taxifahrer erhielt uns für den Preis von ca. 10 USD, da ihm der erste Taxifahrer angab, wir kämen von Chiwa. Als Andreas während der Fahrt schliesslich den Fahrer aufklärte, dass wir nicht von Chiwa ... read more
One nice day in Tashkent we were in a big hurry to go to train leaving for Urgench. Why such a hurry? Well, trip was planned long time before, but plans changes and the final decision to go on a trip which will last about a week was made a day before. But we were able to come in time to train station and buy first class ticket (“we” means me, my Uzbek friend Bekzod and my Czech friend Roman). So that’s how it started. First of all we had to survive 20 hours on train, which did not seem too hard being in the first class, just us three in whole cabin. But unexpected things do happen and while enjoying our first class comfort we saw an Uzbek lady, about 50 years old, and her, ... read more
Look ma, it is raining!
Published: September 6th 2005Asia » Uzbekistan » Qaraqalpakstan » Aralskoye MoreMonday morning, and our last excursion into the wilderness is at hand. Having covered the area west of Moynaq we will now travel to Jyltarbas lake and the nearby plantations on the eastern side. But first we need to get our tickets for tomorrow's flight to Tashkent. We drive to the national bank office which is situated at the local municipal buildings just a block away from the hotel. We stand around patiently waiting for them to open up the office. Otabek cleverly makes use of my foreign looks to sneak us past the waiting crowd outside, past the guards and inside the bank building. It still won't help much because the women at the exchange office are out of CYM. Now, where have I heard that one before? Not to panic though, apparently one of ... read more
Picking up the pieces from last night we're quite happy to return to Nukus. We load up the car but before leaving we head downtown to the local Aral Sea museum, since the caretakers have opened it especially for us. It is a small hall with various regional memorabilia, paintings of fishermen, models of fishing vessels made by school children, photographs from the old canning factories, stuffed animals from the region and so on. Paging through a binder with old photographs I suddenly come across a photograph that captures my interest. It depicts some ships and a special tractor with a crane that I recognize from one of the photos I originally found on the Internet months ago. On this photo the tractor can be seen with around ten grounded vessel in the desert and I ... read more
It is a beautiful morning. Seven a.m. and the sun is shining on the plains. Birds are chirping in the brush, and dirty flies are sitting on my face. I wake up and feel intensely relaxed. Before the others get up I quickly sneak out to take some pictures of the slumbering station. Soon we are sitting on a blanket in the shadow offered by the car having our token noodle, tea and bread breakfast, spiced up with some canned meat and tomatoes. We head out into the plains for the final leg to the coastline and I am beginning to get a bit plagued by the heat again. There is not a single cloud about and already and the car is turning into a sauna. The trail turns to gravel and we head down from ... read more
Morning comes and again relieves me from the agony of unsuccesful sleep. I am very much glad to pack my gear and move on, even though I know that our next night will be spent somewhere in the desert. We have a simple breakfast consisting of (you guessed it) tea, bread and noodles. Rustam arrives with the UAZ jeep and we pack our belongings and remaining water back into the trunk. We also bring along two matresses and some bedsheets from the hotel. It is a beautiful sunny morning, and already it is starting to get hot. We begin the day by inspecting the sights in and around Moynaq, starting with the nearby fish canning factory. It used to employ several hundred, running three shifts around the clock, canning and distributing various kinds of locally caught ... read more
After giving up mosquito swatting around 2.30 and fruitless attempts at coherent sleep in this bake oven I am finally rescued by the first morning light. Otabek has had bedside visits by the little suckers too, and he looks about the way I feel. We moan and groan a bit before getting some sausage and eggs for breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Today's agenda has one item; we are to meet up with Rustam early morning for a drive to the airport. We'll then do the survey flight over the southern part of the Aral Sea that I have been fantasizing about for months. Getting to the airport is a simple job, and as soon as we arrive the derelict parking lot outside slowly starts buzzing with officials of various caliber from the airport and Aral ... read more





























