Bukhara, Uzbekistan, on Wednesday, October 22, 2014.
I was just finishing up my plov and yangilik (an Uzbek dill-ladened salad with potatoes, cucumbers, coriander, and green peas) along with a beer on the rooftop terrace of the Minzifa restaurant, overlooking the roof of the Taki-Sarrafon bazaar.
“It’s okay, you can turn down bread,” I said to the solo traveler I’d noticed that had just been seated at the table across the way. He had just turned down the bread the waiter offered, just as I had.
“Every meal comes with bread and it’s a bit too much,” he said.
And with that said, the ice was broken.
Moritz, from Berlin, had been traveling through Central Asia for months, two of which were in Iran — a place he raved about. He told me that #LonelyPlanet’s recommendations there were spot on, but in Uzbekistan, not so much. Particularly he was talking about the museum of carpets at Maghoki-Attar that let me down too.
Soon, a young professional Aussie couple, Alyssa and Mark, arrived and noticed Moritz from their shared taxi ride to Bukhara from Khiva. And in no time, I had a dinner and drinks crew for the evening. Three BFFNs.
Beers and conversation ensued as the air turned brisk and night fell on Bukhara.
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