Schlink Attack: Getting to know the Uzbek roads

Saturday, December 5, 2020

Getting to know the Uzbek roads

Panoramic view of Zarafshan Mountains on the way to Shahrisabz.
Credit: Mark

With over 2.3 million people living in the capital, I shouldn't ever be surprised about hitting traffic, but I am. Only I don't just "hit" traffic, because the jam packed streets are always that way. Instead, I am forced to jump in like a round of Double Dutch when I see my entrance. We navigate often incorrect maps of cooked and uncooked spaghetti noodles and get honked at for obeying traffic lights - even though there are cameras everywhere. Expensive tickets are regularly issued for speeding and running red lights, but that seems to stop no one. Often a turn lane becomes 5 or 6 lanes. If there's space, they will fill it. But I don't mind so much because Uzbek drivers, though they drive aggressively, are not threatening like drivers in America. I'm not afraid someone is tailgating me because they are angry and seeing red. They are tailgating because that is how it's done.

All the same, I was relieved to be on the open road when we drove to Samarkand, the country's second biggest city. It's located about 4.5 hours south on the M39, a highway which eventually becomes a left hand-turn near the border of Afghanistan. We drove past huge expanses of hazy, winterized farm land where remnants of harvested cotton blew in the wind and fruit trees stood naked. The road side vendors had seasonal produce like gourds, apples, pomegranates, and potatoes, but also some suspiciously non-seasonal, like watermelon and grapes. Others sold jugs of red gel fuel, salted carp, honey, and huge jars of kurt - dried and salted cheese gum-ball sized spheres (size varies). They keep well in the heat and pack well. One could argue they are an ideal road-trip food - indeed kurt was a staple for anyone traveling along the Silk Road back in the day.

Since this was our first time making a trip with our 20 year old car, we weren't exactly sure how far a tank of gas would get us. Along the way we passed a gas station that had 30-40 cars waiting their turn. Then we passed many more stations packed to the point that cars were lining up along the highway (off-ramps are not exactly a thing, but more of a split from the road). Was there a gas shortage? Should we be worried? We didn't really have a backup plan nor any idea where the next station would show up along the way.

It turns out that many cars use methane gas around here. Big red tanks are installed in the trunks of the cars and they get filled like one fills a propane tank. According to the manager of the vacant b&b we stayed at, explained that the reason for the long lines was because big cities like Tashkent and Samarkand utilize huge quantities of methane for heating and fueling, thus reducing the pressure power of the pipelines outside of the city. Less pressure means it takes a lot longer to fill tanks.

We made it to Samarkand without issue, but realized quickly we'd need to plan for a benzine gas stop somewhere in the city. This proved to be surprisingly hard even after receiving directions to the nearest station. A lot of them were either closed or out of business, and Google maps didn't do its magical job. It tried, but often led us to dead ends or roads that didn't exist at all.

Once we found gas, we were able to drive to a town called Shahrisabz, the birth place of Temur Lane located on the other side of the Zarafshan Range. Though the mountains are only about 6,000 feet in elevation, several feet of snow had already blanketed the houses and land while Fog and ice dominated the potholed road. We took advantage of 4WD but many brave tiny sedans blew past us on the hairpin turns. Getting on top of the fog meant fabulous blue skies, fresh air and views of sprawling mountains. I couldn't figure why I was in such a good mood.

I think any decent travel guide and blog should always mention that mountains nearly surround Tashkent and Samarkand. Granted, both cities are so smoggy that it is difficult to see them on a regular day, but we had no idea that we'd see them. It was a nice surprise and even better to be in them.