Travels in Central Asia: Being the Account of a Journey from Teheran Across the Turkoman Desert on the Eastern Shore of the Caspian to Khiva, Bokhara, and SamarcandVámbéry, Ármin
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Travels in Central Asia: Being the Account of a Journey from Teheran Across the Turkoman Desert on the Eastern Shore of the Caspian to Khiva, Bokhara, and Samarcand
Vámbéry, Ármin
Asia, Central -- Description and travel; Vámbéry, Ármin, 1832-1913 -- Travel -- Asia, Central
FROM KHIVA TO BOKHARA.
DEPARTURE FROM KHIVA FOR BOKHARA
FERRY ACROSS THE OXUS
GREAT HEAT
SHURAKHAN
MARKET
SINGULAR DIALOGUE WITH KIRGHIS WOMAN ON NOMADIC LIFE
TÜNÜKLÜ
ALAMAN OF THE TEKKE
KARAVAN ALARMED RETURNS TO TÜNÜKLÜ
FORCED TO THROW ITSELF INTO THE DESERT, 'DESTROYER OF LIFE'
THIRST DEATH OF CAMELS
DEATH OF A HADJI
STORMY WIND
PRECARIOUS STATE OF AUTHOR
HOSPITABLE RECEPTION AMONGST PERSIAN SLAVES
FIRST IMPRESSION OF BOKHARA THE NOBLE.
_Et nous marchions à l'heure de midi traversant les souffles brûlants et
empestés qui mettent en fusion les fibres du cerveau_. . .
_Je m'enfonce dans une plaine poussièreuse dont le sable agité ressemble à
un vêtement rayé_.--Victor Hugo, from _Omaïah ben Aiëdz_.
[Departure from Khiva for Bokhara]
At last, having got all ready for our journey, we gradually assembled
in the well-shaded court of Töshebaz. I was able that day for the
first time fully to appreciate the influence that the pious charity of
the Khivites had exercised upon our mendicant karavan. It was only in
the case of the more stingy that we could discern any traces of their
former rags: in the place of the torn felt caps, worn amongst the
Yomuts, my friends had donned the snow-white turban; all the knapsacks
were better filled; and what was most pleasing to see was, that even
the poorest of the pilgrims had now his small ass to ride upon. My
{145} position was greatly changed, for I had the use of an ass, and
half a share in a camel too; the former I was to ride, the latter I
was to employ for the transport of my travelling bag containing my
clothes (in the strict plural sense), a few MSS. I had purchased, and
my provisions. I no longer carried, as I had done in the desert,
merely black flour; but white Pogatcha (small cakes baked in the fat
of mutton), rice, butter, and even sugar. I still preferred retaining
the same dress. True I had come into possession of a shirt, but I took
care not to put it on; it might have rendered me effeminate, and it
was too soon to indulge in any such luxury.
From Khiva to Bokhara we had the option between three routes, (a) by
Hezaresp and Fitnek, crossing the Oxus at Kükurtli; (b) by Khanka and
Shurakhan on its right bank, with two days of desert from the Oxus to
Karaköl; and (c) up the river by water, and then, disembarking at
Eltchig, proceeding through the desert to Karaköl.
As we had decided to go by land, our Kervanbashi's Tadjik from
Bokhara, named Aymed, left it to us to choose between the first two
ways. We had, in company with a dealer in clothes from Khiva, hired
the camels from Aymed, and the latter had recommended us the route by
Khanka as, at this period of the year, the safest and easiest.
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