
Bukhara, Uzbekistan
I can't remember much about the trip from Merv to Bukhara as i spent it Iying prostrate on the back seat of the bus. The bug that was slowly working its way through our group had decided to take up residence in my body. The part i do remember is the exercise in patience, otherwise known as the Turkmenistan-Uzbekistan border crossing. Passports checks that reached double figures, 2 shuttle bus trips, about 500 metres of walking and all being done in 35+ degree...