Halloween Hike: Tian Shen-ish Mountains

Even though we like Tashkent so far, it is still a big city, and with big cities there are big headaches: noise, trash, pollution, traffic, harried life. If you squint on a good day against the haze, you can see the western end of the Chaktal Range of the Tian Shan Mountains from the city, and we were aching to go hike them. Getting there wasn't easy though - because there are no hiking guides and no maps (that I have found). Roads are often blocked off for secret military reasons, so you are forced to detour. Forget about consistent GPS and cell phone coverage. Then, if you get to where you want to go, trailheads are not marked and the word "trail" itself is relative, leaving hikers to make it up as they go.

We hired a local guide who kinda knew where to go. She shared some interesting details about the dynamic landscape and boasted about meeting Paul McCartney once. Unfortunately, she also had a lot to say about politics and current events, nothing of which I cared to discuss on my family hiking trip. And her singing was terrible. There had to be a silver lining somewhere. By not having a proper trail - I could socially distance as much as I wanted. 

At this time of year, the mountain's plants are brown and brittle but the spines were as sharp as ever. Only the juniper trees were green and thriving. They made excellent hand holds when we were sliding down or scrambling up. We ate tiny fruit off a tree, which looked like yellow cherries with a pit and tasted like apple-mango. We watched eagles, sparrows, and vultures glide overhead against a panoramic view of snow dusted mountains that spread into Kazakhstan. My children summited the extinct volcano like champs, and the charm of the vastness was enough to put me in a cautiously good mood for the rest of the day. 

donkey: осел (pronounced osel)

Vendors on the R12 highway at dusk.

Khazrati Imam Mosque and the Old City Neighborhood

If I ever go on a walking tour of Tashkent again, I promise to remember the following: 

1. Public bathrooms are very hard to find on walking tours. 

2. Bring water, but not too much (see #1). 

3. Bring snacks. Avoid the kind of hangriness that even ice cream and fresh non can't cure if you wait too long. Also, making unannounced pit stops where the group is likely to lose you before venturing into a maze of unmarked streets is probably not a good idea.  

4. The city is huge. Before we got to the good stuff, we covered long boring distances over littered and broken sidewalks, neglected landscaping, and rows of temporary fencing, all while listening to the roar of urban traffic and construction. 

5. Free walking tours means literally all walks of life could be on the tour: masked, half-masked, non-masked, jerks, cool people, whiners, dog-walkers, nosy and intrusive photographers, networkers, smokers, etc...

6. Beauty is everywhere, especially in between the noisy spaces. You just have to look. It's etched into the stone and wood, sewn into the fabric, glowing from the children, and illuminating the neighborhood paths.

Photo credit: Mark

tradition, chic, & tech

Photo credit: Mark

Details I missed but Mark caught - 

near the statue of Abdulla Qodiriy, a famous Uzbek playwright.

Photo credit: Mark

Khazrati Imam Mosque

Spare Prayer Rugs

Shoe rack

Pre-spaced devotion

Old City and the Kolkouz Canal

Old City alley

 

Street Snax in Tashkent

Along a pedestrian path, a man sells cups of "salqin ichimlik" dispensed out of a large yellow tank hooked up to a cooling unit. Roughly translated as cool-drink, it looks like tinted sugar water and tastes vaguely like a cross between Gatorade and Kool-aide. A small cup costs about 10 cents, a large is 20, and 50 cents for a liter. The cool drink's competitor sells kbac (pronounced kvass) and she charges about a third more. Around this region, kbac is far more popular than cool-drink. It's a traditional fermented Slavic/Baltic beverage commonly made from rye bread. Kbac tastes a bit sour, a bit sweet, and a bit nutty. And, it is overwhelmingly refreshing. In my opinion, it should be served very cold and consumed quickly because flat, warm kbac tastes like sadness. 

Either drink pairs well with fall days and street snacks so long as it is chilled. Interestingly, I found that most restaurants ask customers twice if they want iced drinks over concern for illness - ice is not really a thing here, but cold drinks? Yes. 

For a starch fix, buy a cup-o-corn or cobbed corn seasoned with liquid margarine and served in a plastic bag. The corn doesn't have the esteem of Iowa sweet corn, but it does has an impressive, strong flavor. Savory, Central Asian pastries called somsas might be filled with meat or chicken, pumpkin, or potato and are well worth the price of 25 cents. They are best eaten immediately out of the oven to minimize soggy pastry dough and heartburn from the onions and garlic - which blessedly are staple ingredients here. 

It goes without saying that meat kebabs (shashleek) is always a good decision, as is plov, Uzbekistan's amazing meat and rice dish. Both can be found for about 1 dollar. But it's the fresh lepeshka that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and sigh with contentment. Most of the road side signs and store fronts advertise it as "non" but it has many names: lepeshka, patir, naan. It's a simple round bread loaf made of high gluten flour, milk/yogurt, yeast, salt, and sugar and is cooked in a tandoor. A whole loaf easily feeds 2-4 people but I will happily eat one by myself. They are cheap too, about 20-25 cents each, so I knew I was getting ripped off by the stone-cold, masked grandmother charged me 50 cents. But no matter. All is right in the world when you get tear (don't ever cut it) into warm lepeshka. Better than that - getting to experience snax with someone you adore. 

Cool drink tankard

Non/Naan/Lepeshka/Patir

Somsa