Ruzalya
The Uzbek vibe in all its beauty.
Those 7 days in Uzbekistan are still spinning in my head.
We started right away with the mountains. We headed to Chimgan, and it was the perfect decision. After a long flight, we were greeted by fresh air and cool weather. We climbed higher, looked out over the ridges, had rice soup and shashlik in some yurt, and realized we had already fallen in love. The mountains here are completely different: soft, green, not intimidating.
Then we went down to Tashkent. The city turned out to be a pleasant surprise: modern, with huge bazaars where your eyes run wild. In the evening we sat in a teahouse, ate plov and shashlik, drank green tea, and didn't want to leave anywhere anymore.
And then it took off. Samarkand… Registan is simply out of this world.
Bukhara is a universe of its own. Narrow streets, old courtyards, the Lyabi-Hauz square where people drink tea in the evening and nothing is rushed. Time really slows down there.
And the finale: Khiva.
In short, one of the tastiest and most heartfelt trips in recent years. Uzbekistan hooks you strongly and quickly.