Typical row of apartment buildings.
Signs of little lives, a tiny kiosk and a small garden.
Details. A graphic look, ode to László Moholy-Nagy. More air conditioners, new and old, at a market.
Follow our adventures as we share our thoughts, impressions and awe at what could be called: Foreign Service's Wide World of Talalay.
Typical row of apartment buildings.
Signs of little lives, a tiny kiosk and a small garden.
Details. A graphic look, ode to László Moholy-Nagy. More air conditioners, new and old, at a market.
Woman walking. The traveling zoo is in town.
Bus stop with disappeared benches. It's tough out there. Maybe the nearby camels have a taste for wood.
A big welcome from a billboard outside the Navoi airport. Planes! Trains! Statues! Development!
Going with some literary classics for city statues. Behold Fahad, romantic hero of a poem by Uzbek favorite writer, Alisher Navoi. How about a jug of water? See the Three Sisters, named for the Russian Chekov story.
From the past, more future signs. Rockets! Dams! Mining! Development! Death from the past, iconic Weeping Mother statue at the war memorial.
Grand entrance.
See the laughing woman at stall 238 for good non bread. Then, go grab some traditional carrot salad by the cupful.
Onions are in. All of them. "Psst. We give them piles of these things and only get scratch back. Strike!"
Here's the small, kind of adorable Mir-Said Bakhrom Mausoleum. Bakhrom was a scholar, cleric, all around Muslim bigwig way back in the 11th century. The mausoleum is the smallest one in Uzbekistan.
Simple, understated grave. Bonus room, a mosque.
Lovely restored blue and white interior. Be sure to check the clocks for the next prayer time.
Boom, explosive color greets your arrival at the airport. Impressive.
Sometimes the flowers need a little artificial assistance. Piano "topiary," more like astro-turf covering. A not so wet, not so wild stream running through the festival.
Bambi enjoys the blooms. Western style corporate sponsorship has crept into the festival. Oil and nature, a perfect union.
King cotton. Namangan is in the Fergana Valley, a major area for growing the crop. Not sure why they're growing dystopian giant cotton that dwarfs the harvesting machinery.
The local fauna is always a popular subject. Maybe those major horns keep you from seeing birds pluck major prey right behind you? Bored boar.
More crop props, now for wheat. Fun with photo blow up backgrounds. Antelope, perhaps saiga.
Grand entrance with gold lions.
Portraits of Soviet officers and more military might in the cases. Tsar era furniture, luggage from the upper class set.
More elder honoring, the requisite picture on a vase. Going way back to dino time, looking a little like a homemade Halloween house set. Fun with burlap.