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Once in Khiva, we visited a wide range of attractions, including the Ichan Qal’a, the ancient citadel surrounded by crenellated walls, the Juma Mosque, the Muhammad Amin-Khan Madrasa, the Mausoleums of Pahlavan Mahmud and Sayid all-Uddin, and the Madrasas of Islam-Khodja and Alla-Kuli, and the Tash-Kauli Palace.
For me, at least, there came a point where the architecture and decoration began to blur a bit, but the city is certainly impressive. Then, on the morning of Tuesday, 14th October, we walked through the city walls for the last time to head off across the Kyzylkum Desert – said to have red sands, though we reflected that they mainly seemed to be various shades of khaki.
Along the way, we crossed the River Oxus, aka the Amu-Darya, whose still vast expanse brought home the scale of the challenge Alexander the Great faced back in 329 BC when in pursuit of his enemies. But I tell the tale of what is happening in the second of my Substack posts, to be posted on Wednesday, 29th October.
Happily, we got to Bukhara with few losses along the way – but that is a story for the next post in this series.

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