Samosa tandoori

After breakfast of a crepe and peach jam, we were off on the bus by 8am, along the same way we arrived, heading west for the main road then east.

Our hotel is just near Registan Square, in a cul de sac with blocks of soviet style houses nearby. There were 2 small corner shops - but all they sold was vodka.

Every time we stay in a hotel we have to deposit our passports till we leave, then collect them with a little ticket thing (sometimes a post-it, sometimes something more official) with the dates we stayed, that has to be presented with our passport when we leave the country. it's a police state so they can keep track of everybody. (Ruslan said it was to cut down prostitution). We also have to have a list of money when we go so they can check we leave with less than we came with, to ensure we didn't do business on a tourist visa. There are police check points all along the roads and this morning the driver got stopped at one and was told he'd not stopped at one yesterday. They were watching for us! He apologised and said he hadn't seen he'd been flagged down - they don't stop every vehicle.

The blip is a samosa furnace - what looks like bricks up the sides is actually samosas - they only operate at lunchtime, and loads of people queue up for them. Unfortunately they don't made veggie ones - the pastry was so flaky and delicious looking.