Taking the previous failure into account
Today is the day we go from Samarkand to Bukhara! Learning from last time's mistake, this time we woke up with plenty of time, got ready, confirmed the key was in the key box, and called a taxi. We arrived at the station safely and managed to catch the train. For now, I'm relieved.
After 3–4 hours we arrived in Bukhara. We traveled through the Uzbek countryside. There was so much desert it felt like Minecraft.
I was wondering how I'd survive if I were the protagonist in Minecraft and suddenly spawned in a place like this.
A nightclub-like taxi
We arrived in Bukhara exhausted, so we sat on a bench to rest, but when the main gate was locked we had no choice but to look for another exit to get out.
We called a taxi and headed to a restaurant where we could eat Bukhara plov. The taxi driver was wild — he played music at full volume as if it were a nightclub.
I found the unique melody and rhythm interesting, and though the lyrics were in Russian, I could immediately tell they were using swear words.
Arriving at the plov restaurant, we ate Bukhara plov. It was tasty, but very heavy — maybe because they used a ton of oil. Tashkent's Besh Quzon was the best.
A Home Alone–like house
We arrived at the Airbnb. The interiors were so amazing it took us by surprise. It was like using a place for eight people with just the two of us — there were four or five rooms and it was a full-fledged apartment, just like the house in Home Alone. Carpets covered the floors and it was really luxurious.
The only downside was that the toilet paper was really rough, like it had been made from collected trash. That was really disappointing. Otherwise, it was perfect.
To the supermarket at sunset
After resting for about two hours, we decided to make something at the apartment tonight. The supermarket was about a 30-minute walk, so we set off on foot. The sunset was beautiful. It felt like the day ended as soon as we arrived in Bukhara by train.
Like Tashkent, Bukhara's sidewalks aren't well maintained and there's a lot of dust. The supermarket sold things like ukrop (dill) and items you can't buy in Japan, which I liked. We decided to make hamburg steaks and pasta.
Sonya bought ground meat while I looked at eggs and other items. It's always interesting to see how supermarkets here always have huge amounts of popcorn for sale.
Japanese cake vs Russian cake
We carried heavy bags back to the room. On the way we decided to buy cake. I bought a Napoleon, Sonya bought a chocolate cake.
They looked plainly unappetizing. I proudly said that Japanese cakes are the most delicious in the world. Sonya said she had eaten cake when she came to Japan but didn't find it that great and prefers Russian cakes.
I guess she probably ate at a lousy restaurant (lol).
Sonya's home cooking and a lump of sugar
We washed the fruit and then started cooking. I usually don't cook at all, so I didn't know what to do. After I took a shower, Sonya had already cooked and the meal was ready. "I'm not very confident, but..." she said.
We were just grateful she cooked, so we ate.
We ate the Napoleon and chocolate cakes. As expected, it was basically pure sugar — the sweetness hit you head-on, and I thought this won't do. It wasn't tasty at all. For something so huge, 180 yen was a bargain, but it wasn't delicious.
I thought I'd be happy with a cake one-third this size for 600 yen if it tasted good (lol).
And so the day in Bukhara came to an end.
