Immer am Rand des Pamirgebirges; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
All along the Pamir Mountains

Episode 3 - Samarkand - Golmud (Oct 14 - Nov 6,12)

This stage will lead us from Samarkand, the rock town in Uzbekistan, over the Chinese Kashgar to Golmud to Tibetans, Uighurs and Mongols. Up and down we go from 720 meters above sea level up to 1300 meters through the heartland of Asia.

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From the huge fruit farms of Fergana to the fat silk worms in Margilan and the “green gold” in Hotan, better known as jade.
Open-air galerie in Samarkand
Sunday, October 15 - Christian Klemke, our author for the next stage until Golmud in China, will arrive tomorrow with a two-day delay. He needed to undergo last-minute dental surgery.

It got every one of us in some way or other in the meantime: Montezuma’s revenge, or whatever it is called here. An Uzbekistan friend had warned me before that Samarkand is the capitol of travelers’ diarrhea.
We are on our way to Tashkent. It has become autumn and the hazy weather suits our mood perfectly. Most cotton fields have been harvested; little fires for the dry leaves are burning everywhere. I am sleeping most of the time, trying not to think about my upset stomach. There are quite a few roadside checks, but we can easily pass every one of them.

Tashkent is the undisputed center of Uzbekistan with its population of 2,5 million people.
We pass huge rundown prefab panel housing settlements. Our first impression: What an ugly city! But the closer we get to the centre of the city, the prettier it gets. Our second impression: We are looking forward to our day off tomorrow in this beautiful city...
Tuesday, October 16 - Well-rested we begin a new day of shooting. In the morning, we visit the historical centre of Tashkent with its Koran schools and its great Mosque. Sadly, they are not as impressive as the madrasas in Bukhara and Samarkand. Spontaneously we decide to explore the surrounding streets and alleys. As soon as we carefully peek through the first entrance into a walled courtyard, we are invited in to have some tea.
These walled courtyards with their rich vegetation often shelter sheep and goats and are the domestic focus of family life.
Dann werden mehrere Fäden zusammengeführt und gesponnen; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
The cocoons of the silkworm moth caterpillar serve a raw material for the silk production
Thursday, October 18 - An early departure from the hotel. We use up the last fuel in our reserve canisters and hope that it will be enough to reach Kyrgyzstan. But first we will stop in Margilan near the city of Fergana to visit the silk production company Yodgorlik. Here, silk is produced, dyed and processed in the traditional way.
The cocoons of the silk worms are cooked to remove the gummy material, than the silk threads are pulled out, up to 800 metres long from one single cocoon. Inoyat Akhunova sits in front of the large cooking pot in an almost meditative manner.

Only natural substances are used to dye the raw silk. The tanks contain mixtures of pomegranate, scale insects, nutshells, onions and many other substances. Most of the silk is dyed before being processed, so the thus created pattern will remain when it is woven.
It is magnificent seeing the women at their hand weaving looms, and with what incredible speed they pull the boat shuttles between the single threads. We can see that they are all enjoying working here.
An der Grenze nach Kirgista; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
Border to Kyrgyzstan
Saturday October 20 - Crossing the border to Kyrgyzstan at checkpoint "Dustlik" in Andijan. The customs officers of Uzbekistan are very strict compared to those of Kyrgyzstan, who are much more relaxed. Right behind the border is the city of Osh. The border, a remnant out of Soviet times, still cuts off the town rigorously from its surroundings. Kyrgyz-Uzbek family gatherings mean spending a long time waiting at the border.

Osh seems poorer than the other Uzbek cities we have been to. Today is Saturday, which means it is market day. And that means hardly getting through the streets of the various bazaars.
Essenseinladung bei Dorfäktestem Aschurbeck; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
Dinner invitation with Ashurbek's family
Our hotel is a solid Soviet middle class hotel. Everything here is still in its original state. A true paradise for Eastern Europe nostalgics (including horrific effects). Translated, the name is supposed to mean "Rays of Osh". We visit a street café with an endlessly long menu, but with only two dishes: soup and pastry. We should already be getting used to this. Our work, however, the filming, is going a lot easier. An NGO gave us the tip to find a mediator who is somewhat like the village elder or justice of the peace. We are curious as we meet Ashurbek with his big, multi-national family. Here, we experience and shoot our first evening in Kyrgyzstan, turning out to be real joyous.
Zubereitung der Pekingente in Kashgar; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
At the duck restaurant
In the evening, Peking duck is served for all. Every part of the duck is eaten, a high specialty being the detached fins with a kind of horseradish sauce. For pure health reasons alone we all drink the 56 % millet schnapps, since the Peking duck is quite rich. Everyone takes turns with the toasts. It is the last evening for our author Christian Klemke. For days he has been suffering from tooth ache and will thus head home ten days earlier.
Ausblick vom Sulayman Berg; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
View from Sulayman Mountain
Sunday, October 21 - After a hearty Russian breakfast we revisit our judge of the peace. The riots in this area happened not long ago, and the new beginning is visible everywhere. He tells us of cases in which he must mediate: One young woman was banished from her husband and his family because she cut off her hair without his permission. It is sheer impossible for us to understand. Old traditions and a strict patriarchal system regulate daily life here.
Nice overview from the Sulayman Mountain: A bit hazy, so in the distance we can only imagine the high mountains we will visit the following days.

A bit hazy, so in the distance we can only imagine the high mountains we will visit the following days.
Übernachtung in Sary-Tash; Quelle: Ingo Aurich
Overnight stay in Sary-Tash
Tuesday, October 23 - The evening and the night were extremely cold. We spent the night on a cold floor in a small, poorly heated house in the small village of Sary-Tash, the last Kyrgyz village before the Chinese border. The high altitude is getting to us, as well. Every step is strenuous, and one must breathe very consciously. If you forget to take one breath, you will feel it. It is our first real high-altitude test, which we all hope to pass without any complications.

Passing the Chinese border is easier than we had expected. The Kyrgyz toll officer asks if we had a pleasant stay in Kyrgyzstan. We easily pass for a thumbs-up answer. Two kilometres up the road we have a big reception consisting of Dr. Jürgen Hafemann, our China-Specialist, Xu Shusheng, the official of the Ministry for Cultures, along with his translator and driver. We pass hundreds of waiting trucks at the border, and only 15 minutes later we enter the country.

As good as the condition of the Chinese built road was in Kyrgyzstan right up to the border, they now are the complete opposite. Over 200 kilometres of downhill, dusty, bumpy, sandy tracks. Thank God we had modified our VW buses. They cruise over potholes, as if they had never done anything else.