{"id":7548,"date":"2014-11-13T20:35:09","date_gmt":"2014-11-14T01:35:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=7548"},"modified":"2017-10-24T06:05:07","modified_gmt":"2017-10-24T10:05:07","slug":"khiva-in-the-cold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/?p=7548","title":{"rendered":"Khiva in the Cold"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Thursday November 13 2014<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\"> 27 degrees F. &#8211; Sunny<\/span><\/p>\n<p>We spent the day riding northwest through the sandy Karakum Desert of Uzbekistan between Bukhara and Khiva. This was one of the historical routes of the caravans of The Silk Road. As our coach undulated and bumped along the poor highway, it was easy to imagine\u00a0how it must have been riding a camel across the sands a thousand years ago to the oasis of Khiva.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8146.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7554\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8146.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8146\" width=\"400\" height=\"251\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1083.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7564\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1083.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1083\" width=\"400\" height=\"297\" \/><\/a>Modern Silk Road<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1063.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7565\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1063.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1063\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>Nature Stop in the Desert<\/p>\n<p>After many hours, we stopped for\u00a0a boxed lunch at a &#8216;tea house&#8217; in the middle of nowhere. It seemed to be a popular rest-stop along the highway for local people as well. Batir and the Uzbek drivers ordered fish from the menu as we ate our prepared cheese sandwiches which were carried from Buhkara.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8167.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7555\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8167.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8167\" width=\"400\" height=\"248\" \/><\/a>Roadside Restaurant<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1095.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7566\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1095.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1095\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>Inside the Tea House<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1097.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7567\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_1097.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1097\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>My Box Lunch<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8168.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7556\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8168.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8168\" width=\"400\" height=\"256\" \/><\/a>Shepherd in the Desert<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_11521.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7568\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_11521.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1152\" width=\"400\" height=\"273\" \/><\/a>Section of the Original Ancient Wall of Khiva<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">With the setting sun, we arrived at the walled fortress of Khiva, Uzbekistan. Our hotel was directly across the road from the East Gate pictured below. Batir told us people who were born within the gates were privileged to live within the fortress. \u00a0Others had to live outside the walls in newer housing. I dropped off my luggage and went out to take photos in the fading light.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8178.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7553\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8178.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8178\" width=\"400\" height=\"268\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8179.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7557\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8179.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8179\" width=\"400\" height=\"256\" \/><\/a>View From the Hotel<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8193.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7558\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8193.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8193\" width=\"400\" height=\"268\" \/><\/a>Main Passageway Within the Walls<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8196.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7559\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8196.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8196\" width=\"277\" height=\"400\" \/><\/a>Old and New<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8213.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7561\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8213.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8213\" width=\"400\" height=\"245\" \/><\/a>Adobe Houses &#8211; Earthen Streets<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8214.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7562\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8214.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8214\" width=\"400\" height=\"270\" \/><\/a>Otojonboy Madrasasi<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8223.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7563\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/DSC_8223.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_8223\" width=\"400\" height=\"258\" \/><\/a>Shergozixon Madrasasi 1726<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u00a0As daylight faded, I returned to the hotel for dinner and a good night&#8217;s rest. Unfortunately, when I awoke the next morning I was a victim of &#8220;Timur&#8217;s Revenge.&#8221; I spent most of the day in my room and missed the tour of Khiva. I emerged later in the afternoon feeling better and had soup for dinner. During the evening meal, we were entertained by a local family who sang and danced regional Uzbeki folk music.<a href=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_11781.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7569\" src=\"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/IMG_11781.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1178\" width=\"343\" height=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Uzbeki Folk Music and Dance<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thursday November 13 2014 27 degrees F. &#8211; Sunny We spent the day riding northwest through the sandy Karakum Desert of Uzbekistan between Bukhara and Khiva. This was one of the historical routes of the caravans of The Silk Road. As our coach undulated and bumped along the poor highway, it was easy to imagine\u00a0how [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21,23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7548","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-central-asia","category-uzbekistan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7548","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7548"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7548\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7575,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7548\/revisions\/7575"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallivantinggrandma.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}