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Latvia: Alternative Riga, medieval castles, lots of apples, and Lenin in a box

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

It’s always pretty extraordinary to fly directly from the Third World to the First World, but it was especially so on our flight from Uzbekistan to Latvia, considering how massively different the two places seem while remembering that, less than two decades ago, they were both part of the Soviet Union and, as such, the now-defunct Second World. (The original division of the globe into three ‘worlds’ was political, not economic, in nature: the First World represented the United States and its allies, the Second World contained the Soviet Union and its allies, and the Third World consisted of the remaining, non-aligned countries.) It’s hard to imagine that these two countries were once both ruled by distant Moscow, given the extreme differences in development, culture, religion, geography and just about everything else.

Lenin in a BoxAnd since the fall of European communism another important difference has arisen between Central Asia and the Baltics that I’ve noticed over the past few days: the attitude of both regions to the Soviet period. In a 10-minute stroll in the centre of the Kyrgyz capital Bishkek, for example, you can see at least three statues or plaques dedicated to Lenin, a statue of Marx and Engels, numerous Soviet-era buildings still adorned with the hammer-and-sickle, and a Lenin shrine at the State Historical Museum, with yet more statues of the revolutionary leader amid much pro-Soviet and anti-American propaganda – all of which almost gives you the feeling that the USSR is still alive and well in 2009. In the Latvian capital Riga, however, a poignant inscription at the former KGB headquarters describes torture and humiliation, an old city museum is dedicated to the 1940-1991 ‘occupation’ of the country, and only one government building in the whole city – the so-called ‘Stalin’s Birthday Cake’ tower – still has the hammer-and-sickle insignia on it (and not everyone’s happy about it). Even in the small town of Cēsis, a symbolic tombstone speaks of the ‘communist horror’. And as for Lenin statues, the only one we’ve seen so far was lying on his back inside an open box in the grounds of the old castle at Cēsis being pelted with hailstones, abandoned and forgotten by all but a few curious tourists. Arguably the most significant figure of the 20th century is now out of Latvian sight, and out of the Latvian mind.

Since I’ve spent the past three days posting on Facebook about how awesome it is to be in Europe after spending almost all of the last two years in Asia, I won’t beat that drum anymore here, but needless to say, it’s been very enjoyable so far. Riga is a pleasant capital, with an historic old town typical of Northern Europe with its cobblestone streets, pastel coloured houses and imposing brick churches. But the best part of our stay in the capital was probably when we took a free tour into some of the less postcard-worthy areas of Riga – past old warehouses, through produce markets and flea markets and 24-hour open-air markets, into the decaying, fire-prone ‘Little Moscow’ neighbourhood and past the aforementioned former KGB headquarters and controversial hammer-and-sickles on the Stalin-era tower. Our guide spoke of the Latvian disdain for the Russians who make up 43 per cent of the city’s population but refuse to learn the Latvian language, of the horror of the Soviet period, and many other interesting things. All in all, it was a memorable if completely different introduction to an EU capital from anything we’ve experienced before.

ApplesAfter a day-and-a-half in Riga (we will return at the end of our Baltic trip for another day before flying out), we’ve spent the past two days in two small towns in the Latvian countryside, Sigulda and Cēsis. Sigulda, where we’ve based ourselves, is a nice, leafy town (especially now in autumn) with a relaxed atmosphere and a few ruined castles in its vicinity. Yet what I’ll remember most about Sigulda are the many wild apple trees all over town; whenever we walk past one, we pluck a couple of apples from it, take a bite, and walk on. Underneath some of the trees there are dozens of applies lying on the ground; in fact there’s such an abundance of apples that on one sidewalk a box full of them lay with a note asking passers-by to take one if they pleased.

Medieval CastleWe spent most of today in nearby Cēsis. The town itself wasn’t nearly as picturesque as it was made out to be, but its AD 1209 medieval castle was pretty fantastic. When you buy your entrance ticket, the staff hand you a candle-lit lantern so you can negotiate three levels of dark, spiral staircases in the western tower, admiring the vaulted roof on the second floor and the views of the castle grounds and beyond from the top. We also climbed down a staircase into a chilling dungeon, and both of these experiences helped us imagine what the castle would have been like in its day. While we were at the castle the Latvian weather did its best to freak everyone out: the sky turned incredibly dark grey while we were at the top of the tower, it then began pouring on us (and Lenin in his box) once we got out, then came the hail (not so different from Kyrgyzstan after all), and finally some sunshine. Once we were back in Sigulda, it was mostly a lovely afternoon – and then tonight it rained some more.

After an enjoyable few days in Latvia, tomorrow we travel to Estonia, the northernmost of the three Baltic states. Our plan there is similar to what it was here: to spend two or three days in the capital, Tallinn, and two more days in a smaller town or two.

A tale of two cities: Bukhara and Samarkand

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Within five minutes of our arrival in Bukhara, we were drinking vodka with the jovial, large-bellied owner of our guesthouse – straight, and in a bowl, as is the custom here. Even in the most Muslim and least Russian of the three Central Asian Republics we have visited so far, this most famous Russian export is alive and well.

After being pleasantly surprised with how much we liked Khiva, we were a little disappointed with Bukhara. The monuments themselves were, as always in Uzbekistan, magnificent, but chronic over-restoration on many of them, combined with a touristy atmosphere, brought down our opinion, and somehow despite the extraordinary sights on offer, Bukhara the city in the end was not the sum of those parts. Unlike Khiva, the monuments are spread out within the city, and the areas between them are modern and/or given over to tourist bazaars (which, given our no-souvenir policy while we remain homeless, are of no interest to us). So yes, Bukhara is a real city, and people really live there, but there’s nothing really interesting about the city in itself aside from the monuments. I had expected an old city full of interesting alleys, with a Central Asian feel in the style of Kashgar, but it was nothing like that at all. Don’t get me wrong – it’s still a pretty amazing place, but our high expectations were not quite met.

Char MinarAmong Bukhara’s monuments, for the most part we found the smaller, less imposing ones to be the most interesting, including the four-domed Char Minar, and the city’s oldest mosque and mausoleum. These tend to be unrestored and free of large French tour groups, resulting in an ambience not often felt on the Uzbek tourist circuit. Of the more major sights, the soaring Kalon Minaret is extremely impressive, so much so that it was spared by Genghis Khan, who destroyed everything else in his path between Mongolia and Europe. For a fantastic view of the minaret and surrounding monuments, we climbed to the rooftop of a nearby medressa, for which of course we not only paid, but had to bargain the price – as you do for everything in Uzbekistan, including entrance fees to sights, service charges at restaurants and currency exchange rates.

Samarkand, the greatest and most famous of Silk Road cities and Uzbek tourist sites, was our next stop. It was already a magnificent city when Alexander marched by in the fourth century B.C., and though it was razed to the ground by Genghis Khan, it was subsequently rebuilt on an even grander scale by Timur the Lame (so called because he walked with a limp; he was in fact a conqueror of the highest order, and his 14th century Timurid empire, with Samarkand as its showpiece capital, stretched from Kashgar to the Mediterranean).

RegistanEven more so than Bukhara, Samarkand is a modern city, with wide boulevards and cultivated gardens, and as such not at all what I had expected. But where it trumps Bukhara is that it somehow feels much less touristy and, most importantly, the Timurid monuments are staggering in their size and ambition. The Registan, consisting of three grand edifices facing a central courtyard, must be one of the top 20, or perhaps even one of the top 10, historic places in the world, despite its over-restoration; one of our travelling companions said he found it more impressive than the Taj Mahal. If the corrupt uniformed police guards weren’t trying to extort money from you every two minutes, it would have been even better.

Aside from the Registan, Samarkand has many other significant monuments, including the Avenue of Mausoleums, and the tomb of Timur himself, a simple but beautiful dark jade tomb. As the story goes, a Soviet archaeologist opened up the tomb on June 21, 1941, and not only confirmed that the body was indeed ‘lame’ in the right leg, but found an inscription saying: ‘whoever opens this will be defeated by an enemy more fearsome than I.’ Of course, at about 4am the following morning, the largest army in history – 4 million soldiers – crossed the Soviet border as part of Operation Barbarossa, Hitler’s invasion of the Soviet Union. (Though, since the USSR ultimately defeated Nazi Germany despite 25-30 million lives lost, the anecdote doesn’t hold up that well in the full light of history.)

Since we stayed a day less in Bukhara than we had originally planned, we managed to arrive in Tashkent last night ahead of our 2:35am flight tonight. So, after an entire year backpacking across all corners of Asia – 3.5 months on the subcontinent, 3 months in Southeast Asia, 3 months in China, and 2.5 months in Central Asia – it’s now at an end, and we think we’ve earned ourselves a ‘holiday’ in Europe. We fly to Riga tonight and will spend two weeks in the three Baltic states (Latvia, Estonia & Lithuania), where we’ve never been, before heading to Rome for our annual visit.

The long road to Khiva

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

Almost eight years ago, in a hostel in Rome, I met the best-travelled person I have ever come across, still as true today as it was in 2001. He had been to 164 countries, a number that boggles me ... [Continue reading this entry]

The pilgrimage to Beket-Ata

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

The main reason we travelled across the length of Kazakhstan to begin with was to join Muslim pilgrims in their journey to the tomb of Beket-Ata in the desert near Aktau. Thankfully, given the time and effort expended, it ... [Continue reading this entry]

Across the Kazakh Steppe to the Caspian Sea

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Since leaving Turkistan, we’ve travelled 2500km in two separate train journeys to the far west of Kazakhstan, so far that according to guide book speak we’re almost in Europe (as though once you cross the Ural Mountains it's all ... [Continue reading this entry]

Southern Kazakhstan: Holy Tombs and Ramadan

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

The devastating Soviet oppression of Islam in Central Asia has led – even nearly two decades after the collapse of the USSR and subsequent independence of the five Central Asian republics – to a religious apathy I’ve never before ... [Continue reading this entry]