Arrived safely into the Tashkent airport to be greeted by the messiest passport control of my life. It beats the choas in Hurgarda by a million fold. Basically everyone thinks if they push and stand as close to the glass panel as possible they will be able to get their stamp sooner and get out of the crush of humans. The problem with this is that everyone is pushed togther as in a scrum. Everything eneded up pretty wild right up the front with a few Uzbeks and Russians and Ukrainians getting into a bit of 'heated discussion'. Eventually got through with no dramas, found a taxi driver, changed some dollars with him and got into town. The guide book mentions that Hotel Hadra is a the darkest hole in central asia. I picked it because
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