Khiva was almost certainly geared up as a tourist trap, but even so I enjoyed my extended stay there. I left not really knowing if my leg would hold up and only time would tell. The stomach bug I’d also picked up was still troubling me, so I wasn’t really in good shape when I loaded up the bike and made my departure.
The hostel had been busy with tourists coming in at both lunch and dinner times, but there had only been one other traveler who shared our dorm, a nice lady doctor from France called Marionette who passed onto me some medication for my stomach. She left the same morning as Clive so I spent the last day on my own, not wandering very far from the lavatory.
During my time here I’d wandered around the bazar with Clive and we’d seen a shoe repair man stitching shoes. An opportunity too good to miss, I got my boots fixed for the princely sum of just 1,000 Som (about 50p).
The bazar was always busy and I picked up my supplies for the road the same morning I left (as did Clive) although trying to find oats for porridge was a mission impossible. I’d also had no luck replacing my now empty gas canisters – it seems Tashkent will be the most likely place to find them next.
There is lots to see in Khiva if you are visiting for a day or two and you don’t mind wandering amongst the very many tourists who disembark regularly from the coaches, following faithfully their tour leaders. Groups from France seem to be the most popular at the moment. Here’s a few pictures I took during my wanderings:
Next stop was Bukhara, which I made in 4 very hard days and even managed to locate the hostel and found Clive had arrived the previous day and was well chilled out. I’m still having stomach problems but at least my leg now seems to be OK after the course of antibiotics. I’ll do a proper update in my next blog and report on my trip here. More soon…