So the next day from this village town in Kazakhstan, I finally made it in one piece to the border of Uzbekistan. After holding me in the station for the longest time, they finally let me go onto Tashkent. I got a taxi and found a Hotel for a few days, so that I could get my Turkeminstan Visa and move onwards to Iran.
Well, things didnt turn out that way. I would not be issued a Turkmen Visa from Tashkent so I had no choice but to fly to Dubai. The night before I was due to leave for Dubai, I lost my credit card somewhere on the road whilst going out in Tashkent, and for the life of me couldnt find it.
I missed my flight, had no access to money, no where to go, not even enough for a taxi- and taxi to go where??? No where!! The greatest blessing I had was an airport traffic controller coming to me and asking me if I needed help or somewhere to stay- that was Shavkat! Shavkat put me up in his apartment with his friend for 5 days and really- I had the time of my life. They took me everywhere, my first experience at a Russian nightclub (unforgettable!), took me to his parents place where they cooked me a traditional Uzbek meal. His father had even made a home made sauna, which I had to try, and it was amazing.
We went to the Tashkent fair and went to the markets, we really had the greatest time.
I also met another extraordinary lady called Mastura. Mastura is no one like I have met before in my life. I mean I thought my life was strange, but hers was incredibly strange. The most compassionate, gentle and wise woman!
This journey was cut short too soon. I am now in the process of planning another journey and am leaving for Iran from Dubai within the next few weeks- all the way back to Australia!!
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