We casually switched our dollars for a plastic bag full of 5000 Som bills (the largest bill, equal to about 0.8 dollar) at the black market in a shady alley, and set our tires on a muddy road towards a lake north of Bukhara, accompanied by our French friends.
The lake was every bit as blue as we could have dreamed it to be! We found a landship to sail away on, got drunk like a real captain would, made a huge fire and swam naked under a million stars while a sliver of a moon showed off her dark side and whispered to us in the voices of the owls in the trees. When sunlight woke us that morning, a blue sky and a dizzy head told us the lake missed us.
We watched the sun rise from the top of a wall while drying up from a morning swim, and said our goodbyes to the French brothers before meeting a family of turtles on the bumpy way back from the lake. We gave them a ride to a greener spot and found a roadside restaurant for a plate of 'Plov' (oily rice with meat) and a nap in the shade. Life sure can be food. We stopped at the Shire, where we put our tent on top of a green hill and called it a day. All of us found their own private little spot in the sun, perfect for whatever purpose one persued, be it reading, writing or simply dozing off under the evening sun.