Samarkand, Uzbekistan

I have to admit that I found Samarkand a little dissapointing, after the atmosphere of Khiva and Bukhara. The city does have some beautiful architecture, mainly consisting of Registan square, with a collection of mosques and medresses, but surrounding that is a busy road and with modern buildings, all slightly dirty. There are a few parks with trees and concrete pathways, which provide shade and a hang out for local teenagers but the area lacks the relaxed feel of other Uzbek cities. Many aspects remind me of a typical Asian city, with run down buildings and dirty food stalls, except Samarkand has retained an exquisite center piece, with a few ornate buildings scattered amongst the monotonous sprawl of grey.



We are staying at B&B Private Hotel Furkat, which is so bad that I felt compelled to photograph it, as on the first night, a few of us sat around laughing at how terrible it is. The good news is that a lot of building work is going on and there are plans for a restaurant and proper rooms, so perhaps in the future it could be really nice. The staff do try their best and are quite accomodating with the resources that they have. Unfortunately, we have been staying there for the last few nights. Upon arrival, the first room we were given was in line with the afternoon sun, furnace like inside, with no sign of the tired airconditioning unit even switching on. In the last few hotels, we have had the hottest rooms and we were getting a bit fed up of it, particularly at the previous hotel, when I spent the first night sleeping on a table in the court yard because I couldn't bear sweating all night and not feeling any breeze. We were moved to another room on the ground floor, with a toilet so fowl smelling, the stench was visable even when the door was closed. With the thought of being here for three nights, and the smell a permenant result of blocked drains and the road being dug up on the other side of the hotel, I asked if there was another room we could be moved to. I had a tour of the hotel, as I was led into five different rooms, trying to decide the things we could live with, such as a clear glass door to the bathroom, if a room had air conditioning, or the smell of sewage if the electricity worked. In most of the rooms either the bathroom smelt horribly or power lines were not able to run the airconditioning. Eventually the best option was a dark and dingy room, with hideous fifties decor, containing a working air con unit. The bathroom door was unable to close completely and would have looked more inkeeping on an industrial fridge, with a hole in the floor for the shower to drain, yet with a flat floor, taking a shower with a door that wouldn't close ment that the bedroom would be flooded. A quarter of the bathroom was taken up with a ridiculous looking boiler, which was most uneffective. The main door to our room in unable to close also, with no facility to lock at night, so I sleep with my bag of valuables and hope for the best. At least I have a room mate and we are above the ground floor. Our local guide reassures us that the next hotel is a nice one.