Our short but enjoyable time in Khiva has come to an end and we decided to make our way to Bukhara by private car arranged by our accommodation at a very reasonable rate via five ancient forts in the desert. All were built on the edges of the ancient kingdom of Khorezm and still preserved due to the dry climate in the region. Some shots below of these.
This detour took us about 4-5 hours during the morning and we had an excellent driver who was quite informative. After the forts our driver informed us that he was handing over to another driver who would complete the trip to Bukhara. While I wasn't alarmed by this I was hoping the best in terms of a similar vehicle and hoping for the best that our driver would be as good as this one. At the handover point my fears were slightly realised when we noticed the car was quite shabby and 4 locals piled out and into our previous car. Our new driver gave us a cheeky grin and lit up a cigarette and we had no choice but to hope for the best and give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm by no means precious and have travelled in many developing countries in uncomfortable classes so I was prepared to suck it up. We started well enough he seemed friendly and began to drive. He stopped briefly to buy some pumpkins and food at the side of the road all fine no issues. Then the games began. He stopped again and wanted coffee and another cigarette. We didn't want to cause a scene so we let him go after all it was only 3 hours drive we would be there by 3:30pm we thought. He then asked us if we wanted to stop for food at a restaurant he knew and we politely declined. We then proceeded to make a 3-4 more stops for cigarette breaks while he chatted to other locals. Eventually we politely raised that it would be nice if he could pick up the pace and he snapped! He turned off the AC and began to speed overtaking cars at a rapid pace. He began to rant and drove more erratically reaching speeds of 160km an hour on pothole roads even overtaking numerous police. Despite our best efforts to calm the situation he continued and eventually we had quite a heated exchange and he finally began to drive at a more palatable pace. It was an incredibly uncomfortable journey but we finally made it by 5pm and could not wait to see the back of him.
This detour took us about 4-5 hours during the morning and we had an excellent driver who was quite informative. After the forts our driver informed us that he was handing over to another driver who would complete the trip to Bukhara. While I wasn't alarmed by this I was hoping the best in terms of a similar vehicle and hoping for the best that our driver would be as good as this one. At the handover point my fears were slightly realised when we noticed the car was quite shabby and 4 locals piled out and into our previous car. Our new driver gave us a cheeky grin and lit up a cigarette and we had no choice but to hope for the best and give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm by no means precious and have travelled in many developing countries in uncomfortable classes so I was prepared to suck it up. We started well enough he seemed friendly and began to drive. He stopped briefly to buy some pumpkins and food at the side of the road all fine no issues. Then the games began. He stopped again and wanted coffee and another cigarette. We didn't want to cause a scene so we let him go after all it was only 3 hours drive we would be there by 3:30pm we thought. He then asked us if we wanted to stop for food at a restaurant he knew and we politely declined. We then proceeded to make a 3-4 more stops for cigarette breaks while he chatted to other locals. Eventually we politely raised that it would be nice if he could pick up the pace and he snapped! He turned off the AC and began to speed overtaking cars at a rapid pace. He began to rant and drove more erratically reaching speeds of 160km an hour on pothole roads even overtaking numerous police. Despite our best efforts to calm the situation he continued and eventually we had quite a heated exchange and he finally began to drive at a more palatable pace. It was an incredibly uncomfortable journey but we finally made it by 5pm and could not wait to see the back of him.