June 5, 2012
I woke up at my usual 6:00 time, had my cup of coffee, and
started to write my blog entries while Eraj slept. His brother-in-law had
offered to take us out to lunch before we departed for Istaravshan, and we
needed to pack up and tidy up the flat before leaving. There was still salami
and flat bread leftover from the night before and I was about to throw them
into the trash for disposal when Eraj told me not to since it was a sin in his
religion to throw away food, and especially bread. He set them aside and said
he would take them to the cows on the way out of town. I had two slices of
pizza reheated in the skillet and ate them for breakfast.
We rode into Khujand and waited for his brother-in-law in front
of the public market where I was constantly harassed by the many beggars, women
with babies at their bosom or little girls that pulled at my clothes to get my
attention. He took us to the another Zaitoon restaurant in a different part of
town letting us know this is a chain of restaurants where diners cannot smoke
or drink alcohol as the owner is a strictly religious man. The inside of the
restaurant was gorgeous, but extremely dark as all the windows were covered by
heavy drapes. We sat a booth, and I requested that the drapes be pulled aside
to allow some light in. Even in such a fancy place, there was no menu, just the
usual recitation of Tajik dishes and my usual response: soup, salad, flat bread
and coffee. The coffee was only lukewarm and they had added tons of sugar on
their own. I couldn’t order a second course after that and we left to visit the
new monument to Rudaki built recently next to the stadium and swimming pool
where women had been allotted two days a week to swim without being ogled by men.
Eraj’s brother-in-law then took us to the taxi stand and
negotiated with an older driver to take us to Istaravshan for the one hour
drive. I was desperate to get out of the heat and dust of Khujand and profusely
thanked him for allowing us to stay in his dilapidated flat and for driving us
around in his spare time. The road to Istaravshan was flat and paved and I was
even able to nod off for a few minutes while Eraj called the homestay and hotel
listed in the Lonely Planet guidebook only to find out that one number was the
wrong one and there was no answer at the other one. He asked the driver for
suggestions on places to stay and after dropping off his two other passengers,
he took us to a hotel near the busy and noisy market, which mercifully was closed,
and then to what he called a “resort” a few minutes out of town. I was not impressed by the looks of the public market area or anything I set my eyes on during the ride around town.
I immediately liked the beds of roses inside the gate, but
the room in itself was another dilapidated relic from Soviet times. We had a
small dining area to the left, a bathroom, with no running water on the right,
a room with two twin beds straight ahead and living room with a couch, two
chairs and another twin bed in another room. There was a stream running behind
the building, and I told Eraj the room would do for just one night as we’d moving on the next day
anyway. We both quickly settled in for a nap in different rooms and mine only
lasted for twenty minutes before someone knocked on the door to come in and
clean the bathroom. Another knock later on and she brought in a jug of water
and a teakettle. I tried to get back to sleep, but there was another knock and
this time she presented me with a bouquet of fresh roses in a glass of water
along with a stream of Russian that left me paralyzed. Eraj slept through the
whole thing.
We took a mini-van to get into town for dinner when it was
already close to 6:00pm and everything around the market was closing down.
Everyone Eraj asked sent us in a different direction and everyone was closing
or only had one or two choices of things to eat, none of which appealed to me.
We found a street vendor offering fried fish and I purchased two pieces to have
wherever we stopped for dinner. I commented that perhaps we needed to travel to
another city in order to find something palatable to eat when we were directed
to the newer hotel/shopping center/amusement park type of complex on the
outskirts of the city where we found a place offering soup, salad and flat
bread and where I found the coldest beer so far. The soup had no flavor, but
tons of salt and I set aside eating only the fish, salad and flat bread along
with my beer. The proprietor, a woman, had been very pleasant to us and sat us
down in one of the outdoor tapchons spaces I so much like. I apologized for not
being able to eat the soup while pointing out that someone in the kitchen
should taste the food before it was sent out. She seemed truly shocked and
offered to give me something different to eat, but I told her was satiated
already and it was unnecessary.
Eraj and I walked up the hill to what looked like a mosque,
but turned out to be a private residence where an older woman was milking a cow
right in front of the house while an older man and a young kid tried to corral
the goats. They told Eraj they owned the house, but I got the impression they
might be caretakers as there was a car in the driveway and they certainly
didn’t look like people who could drive cars. We were heading back downhill and
I wanted to find a more level area to do so when a taxi driver told us that was
a dead end street. He offered to take us back to the hotel and we paid him
15.00 somoni to do so.
I skipped my evening bath in the absence of any running water and told Eraj I'd sleep in the room with the two twin beds so he could sleep in the living and use the laptop to his heart;s content. My jaw almost dropped when he asked if it was possible to sleep in the same room with me when he was done for he had never slept in a room alone and was afraid of doing so. I wasn't sure whether to pity him or admire his naivete, but I said yes nonetheless and promptly went to bed.
I skipped my evening bath in the absence of any running water and told Eraj I'd sleep in the room with the two twin beds so he could sleep in the living and use the laptop to his heart;s content. My jaw almost dropped when he asked if it was possible to sleep in the same room with me when he was done for he had never slept in a room alone and was afraid of doing so. I wasn't sure whether to pity him or admire his naivete, but I said yes nonetheless and promptly went to bed.
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