It’s over. My final tour of the season ended today in Tashkent and the aftermath felt much like the first hours after university exams—somewhat tortured. For weeks I’d been waiting and praying for the end, but because I barely slept last night (dancing at Al’adeen with the group) I was tired, cranky, and worried about the imminent packing, good-byes, and apartment searching.
I’ve successfully bribed my way onto a flight this Friday (forty USD to move me from #41 on the waiting list to a confirmed seat) and I’ll be back in NYC around 3:30pm. Can’t believe I have only two more days here in Uzbekistan; I’ve not even been back a week. Gulnara and Nasibulla are as fabulous as ever, though their place is somewhat overrun with feral backpackers—a shocking new development. It seems to be the trend UZ over.
Left: a boarding pass for a domestic Uzbekistan Airways flight. FIGHT CLASS is a misprint of FIRST CLASS (explain that to the tourists).
Where was I? I still have notes from June I wanted to out into the bulks and I’m so behind (and I’ve got to pack) that it will have to wait longer. I guess this is just a note to announce that I’ve survived the season and I am homeward bound.