Reading suggestions · Uzbekistan

A server walks down the central aisle offering crepes for sale, which I suspect are filled with ground beef. I'm in Central Asia, in Uzbekistan, somewhere between Bukhara and Samarkand.

I chose the title "notes"—random notes, drafts, I'm not quite sure what I'll write, but it's certain this won't be a linear travel journal.

The market sprawls outside all around the large, circular, multi-story hall. We buy some grapes and bottles of pomegranate juice pressed right in front of us for just a few sums. Tonight, we’re meeting up with Nasrullo. Such a warm encounter—we’ve been exchanging messages for over two years, and I’ve really put him through the wringer with my constant itinerary changes and shifting trip durations.