Dude, like, I'm turning into one of those annoying world travel bloggers. Of the whole, unbearable "here I am sitting in a tiny café with a glass of pomegranate juice..." variety. Ech.
Updates: It snowed! Now the view from the hotel is like this:
Updates: I didn't go to Khiva, but back to Bukhara:
These minarets gleam like turquoise steel or the sides of fish in the sun; they are fantastically beautiful.
Stupid camera bends everything. Next time I'm going to buy something with a lens that works...
In case all this is oppressively picturesque, here's something less spiritual and more visceral: Butchers shop! See what they did, there?
Updates: I went to a fantastically outré avant-garde play on dancing boys
Updates: More later...I have run out of time. Pictures took a bloody age to load, and conference day 3 is starting....off I go to the conference centre (which is a nightclub at ... night. There's a dancing cage and a huge mural of an improbably poised silver science fiction woman wearing little but a metal bikini and some form of space gun. Hilarious place. Perfect for a conference)
laters, fretmarketeers! x