The spelling can differ. Leaving Samarkand station. the very smart guard. 2 hours layer we reached Bukhara.
The endless flights of steps at times defeat me. Our comfy hotel and across the road. Houses are deceptive as the long walls on the roads with one heavy wooden door hide courtyards with rooms going off. 7th C wall paintings and pottery fron thd bronze in this archaeological museum. People were making similar pots and tools in Africa, Europe and South America yet had no communication, or did they? A necropolis I didn't visit. Then after another good lunch of lots of vegetetables one of our group, Liz and I went to find a mulberry paper maker but in fact found a tourist attraction though bought 2 sheets for $12. Bit of a rip off. The taxi cost us another$4. Now having hot honey and ginger tea. Having favourite bortsch and risotto with an electric violinist accompanied by boom box .