Isolated yet romantic Khiva, Uzbekistan
Rousseau once wrote that “houses make a town, but citizens a city.” I’m reminded of these wise word when I stroll into Khiva (pronounced Hiva) today. It’s way out in the desert near Turkmenistan and about a half days journey south of the what’s left of the Aral Sea. This is my favorite tourist stop in my trip through Uzbekistan despite its empty, somewhat abandoned feeling.
I run into Muhammad, a 21 year old language student on my first day and we arrange to meet for a free tour of the city. He wants to improve his English and when I tell him I’m an English teacher he’s thrilled.
Muhammad tells me every last detail about the city, all of them fascinating, but the best part are the stories. The following post is my favorite:
Tags: Eurasia: Marco Polo-in' it, Uzbekistan
What do these two people eat?
They´re big grasshoppers. I bet you´d like to fry them up Owada-san.