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    AsiaSilk RoadUzbekistan

    Uzbekistan. The story of one accident

    by Ewcyna 15 December 2017
    written by Ewcyna


    Zip zaciąganego brake quickly and effectively wakes me out of rhythm pedałującego. There is no time to look in the mirror, think or run right or whether or not the left - a whole chicken in a deep and wait for a second, what will happen. Hit me in the car or maybe miss?
    He gave advice to bypass. Hit the back, I'm flying over the handlebars, even in self-preservation reflex ball in a ball and I grab his head, to protect her.. (what would obviously rather it did not work).
    Dziewoczka, ty kak? You have to go to the hospital! On the ill-fated car runs out of two men. Shakedown on asphalt, macam head, whole, rather rest.. I think everything about me, He decelerated.. no I do not want the hospital for now, I do not want to go anywhere because who will take care of these things, Police, need the police - call us!


    Hospital! Police, now, already! I call ambulance, let someone come to document it somehow.. This is after all an accident. The bike is, Rear wheel deleted, bags scattered.. Hospital! Police!
    I do not know what it's all about, but no one does not want to call the police. What is going on here?
    I sit on the tarmac, the sun shines in the face, and squats beside me young, not tall man. Driver.
    Please, dziewoczka, Do not call the police. I will cover all, all damages, bike fix, only without the police.. I am a good man.
    But you have to call the police after.
    In my head I have some scraps of information, with insurance, with procedures, papers, a stamp needed…
    And then I see the tears. his tears. This man is crying. Like a man crying, and . well something is very on top of things.
    Already they called - he says. M to prisonno cage, kare nałożą, driving license taken away.. She wipes tears and is very sad.
    Looking forward. I do not know what to do, little couple walk down with me. Asphalt does not burn, I sit on and I have no idea.. who to notify? I sat in Tashkent and Fergana few days because the rain and cold, and until his legs to finally move.. today at the same time the sun came out beautiful, I have already been 20 km for Tashkent, He made plans for where and how to go.. and now.. on the edge of what is known to break down these plans now. Fortunately, I'm fine, thank you Lord God, but ..
    Telephone. I have to phone after Rita. But leaving the Tashkent calling card is not charged, I had to do it in the nearest town.. eh, or net, or call. .as it does not charm..
    Can I call you from your phone?
    I'm calling. Rita from Ferghana in southern Uzbekistan, yet known in Kyrgyzstan, of which is seen recently.. Rita.. what can I do, what was done in such cases? Well, now it's me and the tears begin to fly.
    Rita consoles, but can not really help. Call Peter's father, Ewa.
    Well enough, Father Peter of Samarkand, od Franciszkanin 20 ministers in the years Uzbiekistanie, the soul of man..
    So, Ewa, good day! I hear in the handset. So, when you are in Samarkand?
    Yep, I am in Uzbekistan, just to please his father is such a problem.. .. What should I do?
    Are you OK? To najważniejsze. Phone the consul, the embassy have? No? I'll call him immediately.
    calling consul. Yep, arrive as soon as possible.
    Looking forward.
    How he succeeded? I think. Big, Outgoing wide tour of the city, now 20 km further, traffic is not too big, at the moment of impact was not driving any other car. No. Only as the passenger car, I saw coming up in the distance from the side at an angle subordinate 30%, but it was so far away, I decided to ride with. I was driving just stuck to the waist on the right, so how he did it? He could not see at all unless, He shot from the back.

    The way in Tashkent – the scene
    The car of the embassy is filled to the brim. three people. Driver, consul and embassy employee. today, Saturday, but they happened to be at work and feuds had to go home, and here phone me, they came all. No niefart.
    There is also a police. I do not speak Russian you control with traffic police, such zonk. only Uzbek.
    some findings, who is guilty? Yep, driver admits, It is the culprit accident 100%. Although many.
    Bike and damaged pouch (torn hook) you have to give a deposit, car perpetrator also. Is Saturday. Civil case will be held on Wednesday. If you confess, I do not have any "blame" as they call it here, the driver will apply a penalty, but he will not have a criminal case and left his driving license.
    We talk about the Uzbek reality. Calling the police is the worst gorszość, why so long they waited this. Almost never does not do. The degree of corruption is unprecedented, and the police at the forefront. I see traffic police seeded at almost a kilometer, They stop cars, always something to attach a.. Mr. authority has the power. They will rot to the fallen man. Press down a massive punishment - on paper a little, for the state to fall miserable ochłapek, the rest goes into the pockets. All you have to pay after the other, anyone who can draw a paw. Therefore Uzbekistan perpetrator and victim frequently get on and handled by the matter in its scope - it's easier for everyone.
    Medical care.. you have to pay for everything. ambulances? sometimes, but in larger cities, generally there is not what you count, brings the patient to the hospital yourself. Doctors good, educated, just do not have the cure. "Lots of luck you had Lady Eve" I hear again.
    Wednesday need to repair a bicycle. Where, how..? The bike took, I do not know, or just went wheel or something else ... etc derailleur. Model Koga World Traveller, Armored wheel rim, size 28 on 40 spokes, not to enter as it turns out, so far, ok. 40 000 km and never once did not even require centering.


    But even hospital, we have to go to the hospital for examination. And it's not a hospital in Tashkent just another, local, because it's outside the city and was valid zoning.
    Hospital.. oh yeah. No ok, I've seen worse. We're going, we are waiting. The doctor operates. today, Saturday, a lot of accidents. A woman enters with a child in her arms, the child does not move. Pulls the car screeched, someone shouts, help, pulling a man from the back seat, the hands, on stretcher, unconscious.. another car, man gets out. bent arm raised.. hand, where is the hand?
    O mother. What am I doing here, I do not. But you need, police orders. Arrives another power. The protocol we list in the Infirmary.
    What are my education? Do you have a family? How much time I am in Uzbekistan? Where I lived so far in Uzbekistan? A hotel reports, Please. (Subject reported data records describe yet). Passport opened the 20th time. I ask how is my education to the circumstances of the accident? Instead offender case I am subjected to meticulous questioning.
    And the doctor is, X-ray.. skull in order, small certificate, you can go.
    Back to the hostel, sleep. It's hard to sleep. Be repaired bicycles? Where, what if? Is there anything you can buy? Import from Europe? I am a total foot in technical matters, but fortunately fejsbuka and forum members with not only help. Thank you all.
    With the perpetrator of the accident I was in contact. Lives in Angren, it is some 100 km from Tashkent. He knows about bikes as much as anything, and although the old, it comes out worse. The next day arrives with a friend, We go to the bazaar, everything you buy in the bazaar.. apparently not everything, rim no good. Bicycle shops dialin, but will be open tomorrow. The Angren found a bicycle mechanic, What it boils bikes from Germany. He has reportedly matching the rim, we drive? I do not know what I gave a ride to persuade Angren. The mechanic was extremely pleasant, but he had only old, used bikes. Perhaps because of good quality German, but podrdzewiałe, the years of 30 They were.. no sense, or I'm picky. I have to stay just in Angren, przyjmję invitation from the perpetrator of the accident. In a small apartment block, cichutka tiny wife, terrified, dinner treats.. child eye 6 summer feuds went to school.. only glances. The second was a small grandparents, not to disturb. I get a room at the disposal of spouses. Well, not poured in the house. It is a strange feeling to sleep in case the perpetrator, moreover, in his bed. From all forget, I also can not go back and check in at the hotel Tashkent without registering for the previous day (b hotel does not accept) - thus leaving in the morning we go to the hotel in Angren, where the offender pays for the hotel slips a normal price for the room. I could just sleep there, no sense.
    We return to Tashkent. With the informants Fejsbuka Alexei dialin, cycling gold handle. He works in a shop in the largest bicycle DI Sports in the capital of Uzbekistan, we go there with the police wybłaganym deposit a damaged wheel. Alexei not to be talkative, but that is not the point, probably knows his stuff. states, should be enough to mention the rim, the rest - hub, spokes looks fine. What hoop? Sure, there is nothing on 40 spokes. Experience 36 or not, AUTHOR take on crossa 32 - the only possibility. We'll see if the roll will be.. as it does not order a new representative Kogi, but the most important thing, to be able to roll on..


    We arrive tomorrow. Tomorrow, or Tuesday. The last day of the settlement of the case before the visit to the police.
    Tuesday. circle made, But to finish repair, you must have a bike yet. Adjust the wheel. A bicycle is deposited somewhere 20 km from Tashkent.
    "My" driver which drives every day Dilshod Angren, 100 km one way. He has to call as you will, together we will go to a mechanic.
    17ta, I'm getting nervous, because I do not have any information from him. In the end rings. Ewa, begged bike with deposit, but I can not znalexc car, that it takes! I can hear the voice of despair. Your bike is big, it does not fit in (I told him surely). A mechanic Alexei said with a need to come to 17.30. ..
    Dilshod, but what I will help you?! - and, foreigner, in addition, not being on the spot? This is really the last hours on the bike, tomorrow morning the matter to the police. How not to be done is to give you the wrong end. Do what you can, who you have to pay, Alexei call and beg him, to wait and did the bike later.. Dilshod a good jack, but I think it exceeded all, it had to be properly potrząchnąć. So please – the car was, Alexei also be persuaded. Repair garage evening time, a ok. 20I'm doing this test drive.


    even purse. Dilshod he made a model of the handle on the hook, somehow twisted, somehow he is holding up and even I'm happy.
    Wednesday. The case will be held in the village outside of that Tashkent. No one will come after me, Dilshod because he is not only pollinate the bus, therefore, go by taxi, minibus and local PKS. Thank you ladies for-such as Russian. Goes. It also gave the delegation from the Polish embassy in Tashkent - ambassador, consul, You no translator and driver. I feel completely taken care of, but is shrunken Dilshod, tiny, almost transparent, absolutely overwhelmed company.


    Dilshod, It will be fine speech, seeing the light in the tunnel.
    So..? It corresponds to something like unconvinced smiling wanly.
    In all it liked that boy. We were on links quite extensively by the 4 days.
    It had previously been established, the repair of repair, but the cost of the damaged rim is much higher, than to repair worn parts, So the perpetrator has to pay the difference to me. I see, as calling upon colleagues, to borrow the money.. 100 dollars is for him a whole monthly salary. OK, Disod, OK, you do not need to pay extra. So..? he asks incredulously.
    The case does not want to end fast. again hospital, even otarliśmy about dissecting, some phones, and the autopsy protocol .. Mrs. writes something there, but you have to wait for the official paper.. 2 days! Or even tomorrow. People, I already want to go from here, I can not sit here in the infinity inside, run.. Representatives of the embassy intervene, godiznie protocol after less than a hand. Zapakowuję some miracle the car and set off the embassy.

    Esteemed team of Polish embassy in Tashkent

    In the morning I pack on the bike again and choosing another route and now again I plan to Uzbekistan. Cut, short, but it is of little importance, will support the train. The bottom line, jade that further. Only at every sound the horn, each creak vehicle brake dies.

    On the way to Samarkand

    *And finally, a few words about the habits of the road in Uzbekistan - I like this country for many things, but driver behavior is the worst I've ever seen. The case was deteriorating local customs "Taxi" and it really catching way - so each car is a local "taxi" and taking someone driving a car on the way to the shortcomings of local transport. In practice, therefore, it looks like this, that people are standing on the roadside streets, whether in or outside the cars and race against them stop, ewentalnie to "catch" the passenger, ktróy going in the same direction. What does this mean for the driver and the cyclist more? Because you never know when your car, two or three it wymin, stop suddenly right in front of your bike, and several more behind him. Wymijanka-free American. No directional lights. Hands on the brakes and the eyes of non-stop around the head and a few stronger words reference drivers to hell. Coming roads each, literally every day saw a serious car accidents. Be careful, because no one behind you, do not do this. Fortunately, I was able.

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    Registration obligation in Uzbekistan – stories

    by Ewcyna 28 December 2017
    by Ewcyna 28 December 2017

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    Uzbekistan, oh, these colors!

    by Ewcyna 4 February 2018
    by Ewcyna 4 February 2018

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Brittany is a little different France. No vineyard Brittany is a little different France. No vineyards here, but loads of castles, grazing cows and sheep, mostly rocky coast and wind. Pray so it blows at your back! 
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The Lavaux vineyard area stretches between Lausann The Lavaux vineyard area stretches between Lausanne and Vevey on a terraced, steep northern slope of Lake Geneva overlooking the peaks of the Alps.  A beautiful lake and even rows of lush green vines always create a beautiful sight, but I was wondering why is it a UNESCO site?
 "Oh, just millionaires started buying up the land and building houses there, that was the only way to protect the place," explained Anna, a solo cyclist friend who lives nearby and whom I finally met after years of Facebook virtual acquaintance.
I left Geneva looking at the sky with justified concern, because the last days here there was a storm after storm.  Fortunately, during the ride along the lake, it cleared up and we could soak up the beautiful views.  Just like on Lake Garda, the views here are luxurious.  I passed the spas of Thonon les Bains and Evian - the latter is known for its bottled water brand.  Here I could drink it at the source for free, apparently it does well. It was also time for the last bath.  It is difficult to provide any comment to the curr, in the evening I found myself on the Riviera, because that's what they call the shore between Montreaux, Vevey and Lausanne.  The density of people and buildings plus the most crowded week of the year and the long Swiss weekend did not bode well for accommodation, and that's exactly what happened.  There was one big disco on the coast and at the campsites, apart from the disco, were packed.  Like it or not, with no chance of wild camping - scared of being fined too - I went back 12 km to one of the earlier campsites. It was packed, but I didn't care as I put my tent up at midnight.
The decision to skip cycling through southern Switzerland and the higher mountains was not easy, oh no.  I returned to it several times, but the weather madness was the reason.  So if you are looking for a flatter Switzerland, I recommend the trail along the lakes and rivers, i.e. the northern part of the country. 
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Neglectig Instagram continued.. this photo is a fe Neglectig Instagram continued.. this photo is a few weeks old, but well.. do many wonderful places visited the last months mostly due to #housesitting that it's hard to remember. After Lago di Garda I enjoyed Piemonte and Val d'Aosta and having a few weeks before another assignment I decided to go to north of France. Started with a nice bicycle path along La Seine river. Idyllic landscape, multiple castles with the impressive medieval fortress of Château-Gaillard overlooking the meanders of the Seine, flanked by limestone cliffs.. cycling in France can get as easy and enjoyable as that .. Pushing my bicycle through the chinese Tian Shan feels like an old, unbelievable story here
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- What are you doing here, are you traveling alone - What are you doing here, are you traveling alone?  asked Marco in front of Lidl seeing me packing my groceries. It's still the cheapest market in Italy and sometimes I buy there, although the amount of packaging plastic they use makes me sick. And it was in this market in Peschiera del Garda that I heard the biggest mix of languages for weeks, which made me even more surprised that anyone paid attention to me at all.
 - Do you want to sleep wild?  There are places by the lake, but not here. You can stay at my place if you like, but it's 15 km away - he added. 
Not this time, I was going the other way. 
When at the end of my stay in Tuscany I received a housesitting offer by Lake Garda, I thought to myself - why not?  I was here only once by bike. I've also decided to cancel housesitting gigs in Spain for other reasons.
The lake area is kind of luxurious, a nice change.
This is the largest lake in Italy, an extremely picturesque place.  As befits its post-glacial origin, it is long, the circumference is 160 km and in the northern section it bites into high mountains. Turquoise water, green trimmed lawns and high mountains on the horizon.Very touristy, but it's enough to cycle 5 km from the coast you embrace rolling hills, vineyards, crops and it's very normal and still beautiful.
But nature is not doing so well. Water level in Lake Garda is at its lowest in decades. In the face of the worst flooding in the Po Valley in over years, it's like a paradox. The lakes aren't just views but large bodies of water used in agriculture and power plants. The German press warned their readers,thousands of whom come here on holiday: "Lake Garda is so low that diving is dangerous."
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I don't like numbers and don't count on them in th I don't like numbers and don't count on them in the summary of my trip around Sardinia.  I don't know how much I pedaled, what is the sum of elevation gains and stuff.  But wait, I know something! - I spent 16 days there and saw only part of the island. 
This place immediately won my heart, although I would rather avoid it during the season.  The beaches are insane, but it was too cold to swim. And too windy, although if you're lucky the wind blows in your favour. And maybe the prices, it's more expensive than on land.  Hills and mountains nearly everywhere.
Adventages? Nature, vast space, people, traces of indigenous people who once inhabited the island.  Mysterious Nuraghi Towers.  The enormity of traditions that are cultivated for the Sardinians, not for tourists. 
But let's finish describing my tour. I reached the town of Bosa, probably the most charming Sardinian town, where colorful houses are located on the mountainside and there is a castle on top of it. I haven't discovered whether it's a custom or whether painting houses is for tourists, but the fact is that in many Sardinian cities houses have facades in vivid colors and so is Bosa. I walked around the streets of Bosa a bit, ate ice cream and started rolling a few hundred meters up. Instead of the main road, I chose a smaller, more winding and with a greater dose of climbing, which usually provides more attractions and scenic impressions.  You wander through small villages where people say hello and ask where you are from.  Thanks to this, I came across two local celebrations on Sunday, which are related to religion, and on Monday the third one.  Phew!  The most interesting were tractors in floral styling, which later took part in the procession.
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The winds will blow as they want my mother used to The winds will blow as they want my mother used to say - and in Sardinia the winds usually blow counter-clockwise.  When I reached Olbia on the east coast of Sardinia, I should have started cycling west. However, I was too keen to see the feast of Saint Efisio in Cagliari in the south of the island, so I decided to go there by train and disturbed this windy order. I got off the station before the city to find a quiet corner behind a bush for the night.  From there I went to Cagliari.
I saw the amazing fiesta and crawled out of town slowly.  Islands are islands, you can always count on wind blowing there.  And it blew right in my face.  I did 20km that afternoon and didn't enjoy it at all.
 I had an ambitious plan to conquer the interior and the east of the island, which is famous for its beauty, and it was.  Huge spaces, greenery, grazing cattle... we like it that way.  Extremely steep climbs and my bike loaded after the winter did their job - two days of struggling with them reduced my urges to push east, which is considered the most beautiful part of the island.  Willingly or not, after seeing the UNESCO site which are the ruins of the Bronze Age village in Barumini, the people of Sardinia called the Nuraghias, I climbed even higher and then went back to the sea to Oristano and packed the train back to Olbia.  Just to go with the wind along the coast. I wanted to see some of this emerald sea.  So I did, cycling the Costa Smeralda. The sun was shining beautifully, I didn't feel like taking a bath or staying in the sun. It's still too cold.  But the views alone are enough for me.
Nature are Number One in Sardinia.  The architecture was unobtrusive, not to say ugly.  Surprise. After seeing the gems of Tuscany and Puglia, this was a bit of a disappointment.  But, there are beautiful murals everywhere!
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On my last, or penultimate, weekend in Tuscany thi On my last, or penultimate, weekend in Tuscany this spring, I was to wind my way through the roads of the Chianti hills. Yes, that's where the ones famous of wine-making (in the store ask for "kianti", not "cianti") and the place of the beginning of the l'Eroica bike race. I was there 10 years ago, and all in all, the hills around me are plentiful, but just to refresh my memory, stretch my calves and catch the first sun? I don't live too close, the cats had company over the weekend so I thought - well, how about a two-day trip? 
I didn't want to pack all the lodging equipment for one night, but two accommodation search engines had bad news, however - in an area of 150 km x 100 km for the night from Saturday to Sunday there was not a single vacant accommodation! Mount Amiata. On the second one the cheapest offers for more than 200 EUR.  The long Italian weekend has begun (April 25, Italy celebrates "Festa della Librazione" - Liberation Day). On top of that, the region is mega-touristy, and there is no camping apart from Siena. Let’s pack uwellell. 
Set off slowly like a tortoise ... past Asciano I entered, in the sense of pushed, on the famous white gravel roads, along which the route of the Eroica race leads and then even more slowlier!  I was occasionally passed by cyclists travelling light and on E-bikes, because that's the only way they cycle here. Envious. Eroica roads are for eagles or I need to revise my physical capabilities. I don't know what killed me more, the steepness of the roads or the number of motorcyclists on their roaring machines, but by the evening I decided that I've had and seen enough, I'm going back. And those dozen kilometers of return home in the dark - because nearly no vehicles anymore, listening to the sounds of the night, were perhaps as beautiful as the Tuscan and Sienese landscapes in spring.
And in a few days, a new cycling stage.
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"Christmas with yours, Easter with whoever you want", "Christm "Christmas with yours, Easter with whoever you want", "Christmas with the family, Easter with whoever you want" - according to this saying, Easter in Italy is often spent away from home, with family or friends.  The beginning of the picnic season, one might say, the welcome of spring.  Children are given chocolate eggs.  Accommodation places are booked long before Christmas.  Although you can't generalize - in many homes everything from A to Z is cooked.
The Easter traditions hold strong in the south of the country, in Sicily and even in Puglia, but although I was hoping to participate, unfortunately I was not able to be there at that time again.  The processions that take place on Good Friday, are very solemn and gather hundreds of participants.  I really like to peek at local customs, but in Tuscany there is not much to see 🙃, unless watching hundreds of visitors would count as such.  It's interesting that when I searched (in three languages) for "Easter in Tuscany", I mainly see offers of accommodation and trips.  When I searched for "Easter in Puglia", the search engine shows mainly religious rites and local traditions.

This year spring is late, the trees are blooming, but the leaves are still on hold. Three days ago we had frost at night, it's supposed to rain during Easter. In fact, it's just about to start.  Yes, I've seen what's going on with the weather in Poland, I'm not complaining! 

So I jumped on my bike before this rain for a pre-Easter bike ride to Trequanda. I haven't been there yet this year.  This is another insanely picturesque road with a view of Monte Amiata and Crete Senesi.
 I enclose a handful of photos to whet your appetite for Tuscany and wish you a good Easter time.  Rest and live it as you like.
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