Everything was fine and relatively smooth. I am tired though, as my bus left at 9am this morning (after getting to bed at 3). The 5 hour bus journey was absolutely acceptable and I am in my hotel, a little distant from the town centre but no worries. I shall rest for the remainder of the day (still coughing a bit) and have a major explore tomorrow. Bukhara the day after.
Some places are smells (Vienna: horses, Barcelona: dog poo) and others can be colours. Russia was white, that beautiful snow white that I loved in Bavaria. Kazakhstan was yellow, a desert sand with again a dusting of snow. Uzbekistan looks brown, as of mud. It appears to be a giant farm, albeit one with a predilection for concrete. Kazakhstan also appeared to have ducts. I don't know if you recall the old 'pipes' screensaver for Windows, but that is what large sections of the roadside resemble there. Two pipes would run in parallel for a bit and then one would go over the other then they'd swap back, go away for a bit and then return.
I'd also like to mention how different the weather looks. From the bus I saw clouds like ice cream cones pointing at the ground, others the were arranged like a flat arrow, and another that (honestly!) looked like a Stonehenge arch. All around this isolated mountain range. No doubt some hideous Tchernabog summoning is going on down there (that's actually a reference to classical music, folks, and not another of my ramblings). Believe it or not.
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