Timur Lane looked like he got pelted in the face with a snowball while riding upon his well endowed horse. I laughed out loud at the thought, but I clamped my mouth shut knowing his ghost could very well come back for a hearty round of torture. Timur the Lame had a bum hip and was missing a few fingers, but make no mistake: this 14th century conqueror was anything but lame. He was scary-smart, scary-brave, and scary-scary, decimating towns and villages all over South Central Asia.
The real reason I dragged the family out into 20 degree weather was to see 17 floors of Soviet style lodging: Hotel Uzbekistan. So very retro and aloof.
We also walked along the city's canal to Memorial Square where the names of soldiers from the WWII are engraved on hundreds of pages of books. Paths within the site were wept clean of snow, but beyond that the granite steps were prime opportunities for broken wrists, elbows, or tailbones. Thank goodness for extra padding.
Amir Temur Square
Credit: Mark
Credit: Mark
Peaceful vision against the noise of traffic.
The city never sleeps. Credit: Mark
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