I don’t even know where to start… Why I didn’t have time, chance or motivation to keep you updated for a while? Well, meanwhile in Uzbekistan – I broke the law.
Okay, I didn’t want to talk about that now (yesyes, I have to keep up the excitement, gonna tell you in the next posts :D).
The main reason for no new blog posts was simple – the new President of Uzbekistan said there must be a good and fast internet all over the country by the next year. But in the meanwhile…
Around a month ago I managed to get Uzbek visa into my passport in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan (as well as Iranian one) (I’ll make another blog post about the process – how exciting can it be? Trust me!). So, having all my visas I wanted to, I found myself sitting between two old Kyrgyz men, driving 12 hours to Osh. A city in the southern part of Kyrgyzstan, from where you can also enter Uzbekistan. Uzbekistan is definitely a country which – during this trip – has charmed me the most, but also had many challenges waiting for me.
First surprises were of course the laws! Ancient towns of the Silk Road. Secondly, friendly, friendly people! Also, I had a chance to go for a date… which wasn’t mine but arranged for my friend by his parents! Did they get married afterwards? Let’s see – in the next posts 😀
But back to the headline. This tearful embassy was embassy of Turkmenistan. I had a plan to go to Uzbekistan, apply for a Turkmen visa in Tashkent (capital of Uzbekistan) and go overland to Iran. Turkmen visa is really hard to get – it’s basically impossible to get 30-days tourist visa, and almost impossible to get 5-days transit visa. Optimist as I am, I still gave it a try!
Days full of planning, waiting, phone calls, promising news from Turkmenistan… Finally I got rejected on the very last minute, just one day before I had to leave Uzbekistan because my visa expired. So I had to leave the country. But where? Obviously not to Turkmenistan 😀 I’m gonna write more detailed post about the whole process, but here comes my last conversation with the officers at the embassy:
Madle (after hours of waiting in the queue, gives her passport to the officer who already knows her): Any news?
Officer: Let’s see. [opens the computer, looking for a decision from the bosses in Turkmenistan, making a super sad face]. I’m very, very sorry. [puts his hand on his heart]. I really am sorry but I can’t do anything, it’s not my decision. [looks like he is about to cry].
Madle: Oh, okay. No worries. [after drop in tension holding back the tears and thinking WHAT should I do next :D]. I just don’t know where to go now 😀
I was lucky to meet two other backpackers in front of the embassy who also got rejected, so we grieved together and made some super sarcastic jokes – I’m not gonna write them here, I might want to apply again one day 😀
Now I’m already in Kazakhstan and gonna fly to Iran soon! And I need to mention – I absolutely LOVE Uzbekistan (without any sarcasm :D). Until the next posts!