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