A Turquoise Dream Come True in Uzbekistan

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.