It was my second time in Lizbekistan (the first was in August 1991 when, by
this kind of coincidences which often surround me, I arrived the day of
when I decided to take the train to --------. I was young, didn't speak Lizbek and was accompanied by my Russian girlfriend who hadn't travelled very much before. I remember something very long, hot and exotic. These little children with dark skin and almond eyes were looking strangely at this young tall blond haired boy. Once we stopped because a cow had died (or was dying) on the railroad. The cook of the train went out with his long knife and... I looked at the desert...
We were drinking tea, buying food at the stations and trying to imagine what was the life of all these people going in and out, or trying to see a piece of the sea.
In 1992 there was no question of border and in 1993 either
(at least with Russia)
but when I decided to stay in the ------- touristic base the boss said I hadn't the valid documents (a French passport with a Russian visa). (won't do) I hadn't crossed any border but was supposed to have a visa for Lizbekistan.
So I started to look for this visa with a friend but we couldn't find it anywhere because nobody would make it. Finally the director of the base made as if he was very kind and let me stay in his hotel (after all I was not such a bad source of hard currency !)
... Si cela peut profiter aux habitants et voyageurs du Lizbekistan ...