Silk road skate trip. Part 4 - Uzbekistan

By far the most troublesome of the Stans, Uzbekistan pushed the group to breaking point.  We patiently endured some of the toughest boarder crossings with the most absurd rules about having to declare everything you have at customs (to the last shoelace and every last cent in every currency), along with having to pay for a hotel just for a registration card while already staying in an apartment on the president's street (where we were told we would be shot in the head by snipers if we crossed the road while the president was coming home from work). We were cracking up to the point where Kirill was screaming at the hotel staff and throwing his clothes in their faces.

To top it all off, I projectile vomited all over the front of the Bibi-Khanym mosque, setting off a chain reaction of everyone on the trip getting annihilated one by one in some sort of bowel-loosening spew festival. Great fun on those all day car rides through the desert.... Sorry guys! I blame the chicken shit narcotics.

The future of skateboarding in Uzbekistan.

Bibi-Khanym Mosque at sunrise. The only time you can see it completely empty.

We paid the guards to let us climb the towers to take photos.

Handmade carpets.

Check Man!

Our driver. She was a real woman with a good set of gold fronts. The drove the whole way without her hands on the steering wheel, eating peaches, texting her friends and dancing.

Squint and see what it says.

Tobi

Big thanks to our guides Veronica and Arto! We wouldn't have survived without you....