Hello mister, bonbon

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As I was walking in the streets around the Ichon-Kala in Khiva every schoolkid learnt this sentence: "Hello mister, bon-bon" or if they were bold enough "Hello mister, pen" and if they really thought you were rich they would start with "Hello mister, dollar", ah the universal power of the dollar also reached Uzbekistan. Luckily for all those kids I had bought a kilo of bon-bons on the bazaar this morning so they all got their share of bon-bons and I got my share of photo's, fair deal.

The streets outside the outerwall are desolate and are probably a real representation of life in Uzbekistan and it must be a hard life. Inside the walls it isn't much better if you stroll far enough away from the tourist sights.

After a while I stumbled on a bazaar and thought it was a good idea to have some lunch and again heard the favorite Uzbek-English phrase "Hello mister, bon-bon". I looked around and saw two cute little schoolboys that wanted on the photo. I made some photo's and showed the pictures to them on my camera, one of the boys quickly figured out how the controls worked and grabbed my camera and went on a shooting frenzy. I had to carefully hold my lens not to lose my camera to two Uzbek schoolboys, explain that to your insurance company. After some hard negotiating I got my camera back for some bon-bons. After reviewing the photo's there were some decent photo's made by the boys and I think one might be eventually a photographer.

I climbed the famous minaret and counted the stairs going up and going down, somehow I miscounted on the way down as I came short.

Watermelons, the joy and pride of Uzbekistan
Unfortunately for me I won't go to heaven according to legend, now is a good time for me to stop believing in legends.

Together with Hans I stared my quest to find the three girls of whom we made some pictures yesterday. We had no such luck, we did stumble on some kids playing in front of an ancient mausoleum and that made some execelent photos. When they saw us taking pictures they fought for attention of the camera, pushing each other away just to get on the photo. Word spread around quickly in Khiva as there were coming children from every forgotten dark corner, cellar or attick. I think I must have made over 200 photo's of all these children and believe it or not, the three girls of the water well were also present. So we could ask them their address to send the photo's.

After this madhouse of children it was time to say goodbye and go to bed as the bus to Bukhara leaves in the early morning tomorrow.

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