This update is a little out of sequence due to our being out of communication. Just to mention that from Samarkand , we headed through the bountiful countryside of Uzbekistan, then briefly into Tagikistan, again into the fertile Fergana valley of Uzbekistan and finally into the hills of Kyrgestan. Here ended our flat riding which covered over 1500km from Turkmenbashi in Turkmenistan.
I loved the autumn countryside and had a lot of wonderful contacts with the local farming folk. I have condensed my feelings into the following Haiku and will post photos to complete the picture.
A veil screens the dawn light
Autumn stalks, padding softly
Air is tight and cool.
Bountiful harvest
Shining scarlet apple piles
Reflect vendors smiles.
Bright pales of plump grapes
green orbs tight with honeyed juice
Gift from a sister.
Cosmos dances wild
In fringes and in ditches
The world's autumn bloom?
Bees have made magic
Their labours measured in jars
Of gold and amber.
Potatoes, garlic
With tomatoes,hebs and chives
Swing thoughts to fireside meals.
The patient donkey
Helps move his winter fodder
With bleak thoughts of snow?
And so the land slows
Succumbing to the rhythm
That always renews.
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