Tashkent
September 2nd 2008 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. Every
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