Mazar to Bukhara

Bukhara Travel Blog

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Silas trying to hold someone's hand, I'm not sure who that guy is supposed to be. In front of Lyabi Haus, Bukhara.

After spending the night in Mazar, we headed to Hairaton, on the border with Uzbekistan.  A massive sandstorm was raging when it was time to leave the comfort of our vehicle and make the three kilometer walk across no-man's land.  Yet, before we could unload the kids and walk into the driving sand, the military commander hopped in our vehicle and offered to ride with us across the bridge, and negotiated for a vehicle to come meet us on the Uzbek side of the Amu Daryia River.  It was still a hard crossing, but much better than if we had had to walk it.

The Uzbek border guards have taken seriously their task of making the Afghan-Uzbek border one of the toughest in the world to cross.  Every item of clothing, every phone number in my cell phone directory, every program in my computer, every picture in our digital camera, and every dollar bill was carefully inspected.  The process took hours, but eventually we were free to go.

A taxi was waiting for us on the other side, and we gratefully came in from the sandstorm.  The six hour drive to Bukhara was uneventful except for stopping at a typical Uzbek choi khana where we all managed to pick up Giardia, our ever-present companion any time we are in Uzbekistan.

It was dark by the time we pulled into Bukhara, our cherished former home, and place of residence of many, many friends of ours.  

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Silas trying to hold someones han…
Silas trying to hold someone's ha…
A typical alley in the city of Buk…
A typical alley in the city of Bu…
The medrassa across from the Kalon…
The medrassa across from the Kalo…
The second trading dome in Bukhara
The second trading dome in Bukhara
Bukhara
photo by: Vlindeke