The
narrow alleys of Bukhara seemed to be a twisting and turning maze,
growing more and more difficult to navigate as the sun set and the
shadows grew longer. We came around a corner and almost ran into a man
coming from another direction. He sidled up next to us and said in
Russian, “Good evening.” It must have been quite apparent to the man
that we were foreigners, but in an attempt to look like we weren’t lost
we made another turn without hesitation. The stranger turned as well.
“Pleasant weather we’re having, isn’t it?” He smiled slyly and gave one
good look over the young man and young woman walking next to him,
bundled tightly from head to toe. Though my Russian is poor, I
understood his joke and answered back, “It is excellent weather! Though
just a bit cold.” The three of us laughed together for a moment and
shivered deeper in our coats and scarves. The truth is it had been more
than just a bit cold before the sun went down, but the fresh air was
enticing and my friend had asked me to join him on a walk. Now, in the
shadows of the moonlight it was downright freezing, but not really
knowing where we were, we just kept walking.
The man broke the silence and asked, “How do you like our city?” I told
him that I loved it. The city was beautiful and the history
fascinating. I was disappointed that my group couldn’t spend more time.
The man nodded and said, “Yes, Bukhara is a gorod skazka.
Enjoy your stay.” He winked at me and dipped away around a corner,
lowering his head to the sudden light from the street lamps. My friend
stopped and put his hand on my arm. We smiled at each other for a moment
before I whispered, “Yes, Bukhara is
a fairy tale city...” We had come out of the alley just next to our
guest house. The friendly stranger had already disappeared down the
street into one of the trading domes. As I looked after him the lights
shining from within sparkled and danced with the light of the lonely
moon, a welcome image of warmth to two foreigners adrift in the cold
night of the desert. Friday, December 7, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sunny I hope you write a book. What ever it might be about, I am pretty sure will i will read it, perhaps again and again!
ReplyDeleteHi Sunny, we have been enjoyng you blog, sounds like you are having a Grand Adventure. Missed you at Christmas Dinner and Hope the new year brings you great experiences and happiness. Steve and Ben
ReplyDelete