Plov

If I had to think of one word to sum up the food in Uzbekistan it would be Plov. Plov is greasy rice with what appears to be bits of lamb in it  and so bland you need lots of beer to wash it down. My heart sinks when the waiter tells you what they have and it always starts with"we have plov". On one of our mamoth drives through the desert to get to Samarkand we stopped for lunch at a roadside restaurant that had a function on and actualy looked quite nice. We asked for Tandoori and expected something similar to the UK. What we got was plates of cold fatty bits of lamb. The toilet was the foulest hovel known to man that I could not start to describe.
We arrived in Samarkand at a very nice hotel with marble floors and good rooms. The temperature stays in the 40's so we hunt shade most of the time and drink loads of water. Samarkand is quite spectacular with its ancient palaces and we leave tomorow for Tashkent.
Our Guide is the Uzbek Dell boy who appears to be in to everything. He changes our money and as the rate is 2500 to the dollar, changing 200 dollars involves carrying a shopping bag full of 1000 cum notes.
Hoping to watch England play France in the football tonight. You never know we might win.