In Tasjkent after 23 hours of travel. Customs in Uzbekistan took a lot of time, even though I had my visa, filled out two forms extensively(....wether I had an electronic communication....filled out yes; my phone)and remained friendly even when lots of Uzbek sneaked past me to go first....
After a short rest and a breakfast of green tea,egg, flat bread and a blini ( small pancake) filled with goat cheese, I trapsed through Tasjkent the whole day; saw the sights, visited the Chorsu, a huge market and asked about the provenance of certain cheeses by pointing at the different animals in my "point-it" book. Nice people, but poverty in the alleys, behind the wide Soviet avenues and huge buildings.
And....21 degrees, sunny, short sleeves.
In my cup: nescafé.
In my hand: bananas and bread.*