India and Uzbekistan share historical ties for ages, and when you visit Uzbekistan, you look at the cultural overlapping of the country’s melody, dance, cuisine, and composition. This isn’t a community that was on my travel list until I found out about its capital city.
It’s an enormous lounge, thickly filled with Soviet buildings and gloomy apartment blocks. Tashkent is a place that gave up its past when an earthquake havocked Uzbekistan’s metropolis, a metropolis that was reconstructed from the debris in the designed, proper aspect of communism. To set foot is to be sent into a system away from the glamorous, opulent capitals of the Silk Road that the region is so distinguished for.
But this is Uzbekistan’s metropolis, it’s the brightest and most excellent place, a city reborn from the agonies of collapse, and behind the drab houses and large, oversized boulevards Tashkent has a way of life of its own.
In Tashkent, when you arrive at a local bar, you will find local youngsters. Streets crowded with smog and the stale stink of alcohol mixed with the scent of fresh Shashlik barbecued away on a simple grill in the intersection.
In Tashkent, you can kill entire days simply travelling the bury, cruising the trains, and chatting with the residents. It is a fact of refinement. And it’s a skill of profession too.
One word for sure, you after your heavy strolled out into this capital, coming back home will allow you to want more Shashlik to dine and better beer to consume in the association of friendlier locals.