The egde of Bukhara was the goal for today, and compared to our past couple of weeks, an easy one to reach. The sun was feelin' the chill vibes too and sent us some groovy heat waves, while Oli's brand new Avenger hoovered behind his bike. Totally rad. When we were completely cooked, cooking ourselves didn't seem very pleasant. We decided to indulge ourselves in some delicious local treats called Somsa's, a triangle shaped dough with meat, unions and a bit of soup inside. After the indulgence we pressed on to the outer rim of Bukhara. In our search for food we got invited to join the afterparty of a wedding, which we obviously couldn't refuse. The bride and groom had already left and the people still partying were only there to finish off the remaining bottles and dance until the DJ called it quits. This are exactly the things we are good at.
While we caught up on the shots, they emptied the remaining tables and brought all the food to ours. Like kings at the head table of a royal banquet, we were sitting while the rest of the people were watching us and danced and laughed. In between plates the red nosed drunken uncle came to give us shots of Uzbek wodka. For the first half hour it was just that: food - shots - food - shots - food until we were tipsy enough to hit the dance floor. We tried to get everything on gopro, and the little device caught uncle Jake's interest. So much that it fell convienently into his pocket. We saw this happening and retrieved our camera, but the mood turned a bit sour. Uncle Jake felt uncomfortable with us accusing him of theft, so he very conviently told us it was time to go home. We thanked the more sober party for the kind invitation and hurried to find a camping spot before the nightly rain arrived. Not far down the street we found an abandonned building that met our requirements, where we chilled with the construction workers before dozing off.