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[dilshodjon97khikmatov]

Travel makes me feel better ❤️‍🩹 #çay #türkçayı #türk #turkish #turkishairlines #love #tashkent #uzbekistan #chilanzar #yunusabad #navoi #khorezm #samarkand #khiwa #bukhara #istanbul (at Istanbul, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnAXY6IM052/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[akmal1985]

#куплю #куплюавто #куплюдом #куплюквартиру #куплюмебель #куплюмебель #куплюхолодильник #куплюкондиционер #ташкент #узбекистан #туркистан #турция #истанбул🇹🇷 #анкара #украина #тренд #тикток #kuplyumebel #kupluy #kuplyuholodilnik #uzbekistan🇺🇿 #uzb #tashkent #turkey #anqara #istanbul #instagram (at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CohO-EwNHh4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[cgpars]

روشهای مدلسازی طبیعت در کرای انجین . در این مجموعه آموزش CryENGINE ، ما در مورد اصول استفاده از ابزار مدل سازی زمین CryENGINE صحبت خواهیم کرد. نرم افزار مورد نیاز: CryENGINE Free SDK 3.4 (ساخت 3639). ما با اصول مدلسازی زمین شروع خواهیم کرد و به سرعت به چگونگی استفاده از ابزارهای مختلف Modify Terrain موجود خواهیم پرداخت. سپس ، ما به سمت یادگیری نحوه تنظیمات برنامه در سطح پایه با استفاده از آموخته ها خواهیم رفت. . مدت زمان آموزش:2 ساعت و 14 دقیقه حجم فایل:1/04 گیگابایت تعداد قسمت:13 قسمت سطح مهارت:متوسطه شرکت سازنده:pluralsight . لینک کوتاه https://cgpars.com/?p=3383 . #cinema4d #cinem4dprojects #синема4d #cinemaphotos #флстудио #минус #трек #trek #instagram #photo #photoshop #заказнамонтажвидео #обработкафото #заказнаобработкафото #uzbekistan #tashkent #yunusabad #aftereffects #adobeaftereffects #adobepremierpro #adobephotoshop #unrealengine #cryengine #адобфотошоп #cinema4d#room #roomdecor https://www.instagram.com/p/CSWy0ezo_VA/?utm_medium=tumblr

#cinema4d #cinem4dprojects #синема4d #cinemaphotos #флстудио #минус #трек #trek #instagram #photo #photoshop #заказнамонтажвидео #обработкафото #заказнаобработкафото #uzbekistan #tashkent #yunusabad #aftereffects #adobeaftereffects #adobepremierpro #adobephotoshop #unrealengine #cryengine #адобфотошоп #room #roomdecor

[bellamar-blog]

Yangi bekatlardan reportaj. Репортаж с новых станций. Report from new stations https://t.me/MetroTashkent #Turkiston, #Туркестан #Yunusobod, #Юнусабад, #Yunusabad, #toshkent_metropoliteni https://www.instagram.com/p/CEjdo77hTqu/?igshid=17qy6rgktm7ro

#turkiston #туркестан #yunusobod #юнусабад #yunusabad #toshkent_metropoliteni

[colorfuldonkeydiplomatpony]

в Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan https://www.instagram.com/p/B2kBe5HHH0l/?igshid=1ijexv4jdhcxa

[samarkandtours]

Tajikistan tour from Samarkand - Samarkand Tours Operator – 998998520077

Tajikistan tour from Samarkand

 If you want a good introduction to Tajikistan, but don’t have a lot of time, consider this 4-day tour. Start from Samarkand, and cross to Panjakent on the Tajik side. Panjakent is famous for its ancient ruins (all that remains of a city that was resettled in the 8th century by Arab conquerers) and the Rudaki Museum, dedicated to the famous Persian poet who was born here. From Panjakent, head into the Fann Mountains, where you will see the Seven Lakes.

 Each lake has a unique color and setting, making them ideal for a mountain excursion and picnic. The last stop is Khujand, long an important city for its fortress and bazaar. Explore Khujand to learn about the history and culture of the region, with stops at the Museum of Archaeology and Fortification and the Payshanba Bazaar. Return to Tashkent, Uzbekistan at the end of the tour.

 As mentioned above, Panjakent’s history stretched back over 2,500 years and a wealth of ruins can be found about 1.5 kilometers from the center of modern Panjakent. Russian archaeologist Boris Marshak spent over 50 years of his life excavating the site of old Panjakent, digging up pottery, sculptures, frescos, and manuscripts. The ruins have been carted off to museums in Russia and Uzbekistan, but walking among the sunbaked walls is still interesting nonetheless. The small Ancient Panjakent Museum sits at the southern edge of the site of Old Panjakent that showcases the excavation processes, however, most of the pieces inside are replicas. Admission is 5 TJS.

  Panjakent was an ancient city of Sogdiana that dates back to the 6th century BC. Panjakent flourished until 722 BC when the Arab (Umayyads) Conquest of Transoxiana arrived at Sogdiana. The Umayyad general, Al Harshi chased Divashtich, the ruler of Sogdiana, into the Upper Zeravshan Valley, east of Panjakent where he was eventually captured and killed. Many of the inhabitants of Sogdiana and the city of Panjekent fled into the Upper Zeravshan Valley with Divashtich, and after his death moved south to settle into the difficult to access Yagnob Valley. Several inhabitants of the Yagnob Valley are descendants of the ancient Sogdians and some even still speak Yagnobi, a language directly derived from ancient Sogdian.

 Khujand is considered by some to be one of the oldest cities in Central Asia. Khujand is possibly the site of Cyropolis (city of Cyrus), an ancient city founded by Cyrus the Great.

 Cyrus was constructed in 544 BCE, marking the northeastern border of the Achaemenid Empire. If this is true, it would make even more sense that Alexander the great would latter include it in his list of conquests in 329 BC, making it the furthest Greek outpost and thus renaming it aptly Alexandria Eschate (Alexandria the Furthest).

 It was to survive throughout the Hellenistic period (323 BC until 31BC) holding out against increasing nomadic attacks. 

 Khujand is considered a key city because of its location on the Great Silk Road connecting Samarkand with the Fergana valley, thus offering a perfect staging post. 

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 Address:

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Yunusabad 19-35-87

Tashkent ,100114,

Uzbekistan

998998520077

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[steveramsdale]

Big dipper Blog - 10.10

This blog is, essentially, the same as last week’s. There are some alternative factual details, but they are superficial. Anyway, you could just reread (or remember) last week’s offering and save yourself a bit of time. If you do decide to read on, we could make it more fun. You could try to decide for yourself the highest high and the lowest low. Remember, it’s just for fun. There’s no prize, so don’t write, text or email.

I think, as people, we are supposed to grow, to learn, to develop. That’s the most startling revelation you’ll read today. Adversity can be, I’m told, an opportunity for such personal growth. It may, in fact, be true, that I have been learning about myself. I wonder if my ‘issue’ is that if one thing is wrong, it affects everything else. See what you think.

On Saturday, my chief goal was to get the car de-registered and get the papers I need for me to be able to export it. The police centre I needed to go to was advertised as opening at 9:30 so I had time to get up and get sorted. I had a wonderful colleague on notice to be available for telephone translation if necessary.

I took a 6am trip to the shop through the park. Many people were already out running, I’d say 100 or more and it’s not a big park. Much of Tashkent has given up on lockdown.

Soon it was time to head off for the simple process of taking my car off its registration here! Google maps took me behind the centre where there was no gate. It was not difficult to find a way round to the front. That was the last time a problem was easily solved on Saturday. When we got the van and went to register it for the first time, the father and son who sold it to us, took me and helped. Even so, when we got there, they accepted the help of a man who was at the centre to do just that - help, for a fee, people through the process. He charged me about £20 but probably saved us 3 or 4 hours by knowing what to do and going to the front of queues. When I returned to the scene of this lengthy but problem-free process, there were, again, these free-lance ‘sorters’ and I decided it would be worth accepting help. The price was about the same. However, the first problem emerged in minutes. The address. I knew, back in September, that this would be a problem one day, would bite me on the bum. Sorry, I forgot to say that this blog would contain strong language and adult themes. I have a credit card-sized, well, card which is my ownership document (log book). It has all of the details about me and my van. So, of course, the address is our old address. Now, in my passport, I have my new address. I did not sort this out. The people at the centre said they could not de-register me until I changed the address (of course I questioned this), and that I could not change he address there but had to go to the centre in Yunusabad. I paid about £2 for something and my assistant asked for (and received) about £5 for his help. I set off for the other centre.

Long-time readers may (won’t) remember that at the original registration, we also went to two centres - the wrong one first. The centre I had to go to now was that ‘wrong’ one. I love symmetry, and here it was. When I got there, again came the offers of help. There were more guys here and they wanted £60. I declined, at this rate. I first drove into the inspection hall. Here they check the car against the ‘tec-passport’ as the credit-card is called. They match up the chassis number, etc. I had the papers from the first centre, so that went through without a hitch. Thereafter, the day was just a big hitch or series of small hitches that’s looked like one big hitch. We return to the Uzbek system, seen at the Kazakh border (remember) of needing to go from window to window, room to room. However, I was soon (a relative term) told that I would not be able to deregister the van until I had proof that I was leaving the country too. This would be in the form of a stamp in my passport given by my landlord! This cuts a longer story short and, by now, includes Miss Viktoriya as my telephone translator. I was certain that this could not be right (by the way, the miss-matched address was no longer an issue. It would mean, for example, that an Uzbek could not export a car to a relative in Russia! I tried explaining this, we went back to the main hall to talk to the boss a couple of times, but no one was changing this story. I phoned Pim, the export guy who has helped with every stage of this van conversion, and he put me on to a colleague. We talked and he also spoke to the officials there but got the same answer. Pim then told me that his people would look in to it more on Monday (yes, this story goes on) and help to sort it. The woman I had been dealing with insisted that I go back to the other centre and get my £2 back - which was an incorrect charge. She even phoned them to arrange it for me. I didn’t go back. Not for £2.

As an aside, there has to be a better way for the authorities to organise this free-for-all. The system is not a system. Queuing is almost non-existent and the mass of people at peak times is ridiculous. The spivs there to help....It is bad enough in normal times, but while a pandemic is still around....

So now I was free, for the rest of Saturday and Sunday to worry and consider the prospect of being unable to send the van (and the ridiculous amount of other stuff) home. Here is where I realised that this one problem took over everything. I heard that cafes and restaurants would be allowed to re-open on Monday and immediately thought of Ecorn. I should have been more happy. I wasn’t. I did decide I would go and have a chicken caesar sandwich after work on Monday.

Monday was a tough day. There quite a lot of end of year stuff at school, practical stuff, which I’m finding stressful. Then there’s this. The rule is ridiculous but it seems to be the rule! Then, some good news - someone offered to help me. I had called Ekaterina, the woman who deals with staff visas and registration. I thought that she would know about this stamp I needed or would be able to find out. She did not know about the stamp but said that she would go with me to the car centre to find out about it. I still had the papers. We went after my last lesson and when she was free. We went to the office of the ‘Saturday woman’. She wasn’t in the office but her colleague remembered me and said I could go to the main room. We went across and up to a free window. Ekaterina spoke to the police officer there. He immediately told us that no such stamp was needed and, had I brought the car, or even just the number plates, he could have done it there and then! We had gone in a taxi. I asked if there was time for me to go and get the plates then, but there was not. I resolved to go early the next day as he said it would take about 30 minutes. And suddenly the world was full of sunlight and joy again. I looked with pleasure upon my fellow Uzbeks, pushing to the front of queues and standing too close to each other.

We shared a taxi as Ekaterina lives quite close to the centre. I enjoyed (really enjoyed) my Ecorn sandwich. Life was good again. As an aside, these were my first taxi rides since The 22nd March. I saw Z—- JB so I’m sure KB is out there somewhere. Will I see it?

On Tuesday morning, as planned, I went back to the Gai. It opens at 8 so I was there at 7:30. The officer from the evening before was the first to arrive and had the key for the room (more of a hall, really). My first lesson of the day is at 9. School is a 15/20 minute taxi ride away away (I was going in to school to do some of the other jobs I have to do), so this would be a doddle. I was the only customer. I had the number plates and the documents and handed them over. The officer began the process. After about 20 minutes we went over to the cassa (the payment room. He took me. It was about £6. The woman there said I should go back to get my refund (I had given her my receipt from the other place). I agreed that I should but did not say I would not. A taxi there and back would be about £4! We returned to the main room. he continued the process. Time continued to move on. More customers began to arrive. Many went to my guy’s window and he flitted between my job and theirs. None of them could see the ‘maintain distance’ stickers on the floor. These were very obtrusive, written in Uzbek and Russian and invisible to local men. As time ticked on, it was clear I would be late for my first lesson. I sent my students an email. I waited. Eventually, my officer moved across the room, to a computer. This is it. he’s going to print my papers. After about another 20 minutes, I saw the ‘printing’ notification/animation appear on his Windows ME screen. And, five minutes later, he was handing me the paper work. It was done. My first lesson of the day was abandoned but I had what I needed.

One more observation here - no one in Tashkent will be getting coronavirus of the chin.

While I was feeling sorry for myself, over the weekend, I saw people collecting rubbish being moved on by the police. I have mentioned previously, that there are always people sorting through the rubbish bin. The mostly seem to be collecting plastic bottles but take anything of value. This group of four had huge bags of plastic and were near ‘my’ bins. I have no idea why four police men were moving them on. I wondered how many plastic bottles you would need to collect in a day to ‘make a living’. I also wondered what these people had done wrong, ‘stealing’ my rubbish. I also wondered why I had been feeling so sorry for myself trying to sort out my ‘huge problem’. Perspective. It had gone. It has returned but I did not know it could be so fleeting.

I did some lessons at school on Tuesday and began all of the sorting, packing and tidying tasks. Mafirat, my TA, was in too. The internet is not great at school! It was good tom see people, but I was not entirely comfortable.

On Thursday, working from home again, I decided to go for coffee out before work. While walking round I saw two kittens playing and stopped to say ‘hi’. One had jumped into a ditch but the other stopped and looked at me. It the looked back at its mother (I’m guessing but 99.9% sure). She came stalking round a bush. She was ready to attack me if necessary. It was not necessary.

The fire engine and disinfectant squad were also back. While I was out, they sprayed all the way up the stairs in my building, so I imagine they were going through all of the buildings.

Thursday was also the day I would take the van. I had loaded everything. I had stuck the paper transit number plate in the front window. I was ready to go. It is a short drive to Pim’s warehouse. Of course I was stopped by a police man. he wanted to know why I was driving without number plates. As soon as I showed him the paper plate stuck in the window, he was fine. At the warehouse, about six guys unpacked everything and re-packed it in their boxes. It was (is) a ridiculous amount of stuff. And so, I left Munisa with strangers, to travel alone on the journey we should have made together.

And if I did stop at Ecorn and have another caesar sandwich, that’s nobody’s business but mine.

There were children playing inside my building. This is the first time this has happened. I could hear three or four playing further up the stairs - laughing and running around. Later, while I was talking to Mairi and Fred, they were outside my door. They were having a good time. I don’t know why they were playing on the stairs and I don’t mind. It was nice to hear voices and laughter.

Also on Thursday, in my last lesson of the day, guided reading, two notable things happened. A high and low (you decide). In our morning English lesson, we had defined some vocabulary, including ‘bittersweet’. We had talked about the meaning, in terms of taste, of the two parts of the word. They said they were happy that they understood it. The guided reading was Kensuke’s Kingdom. I had not realised it was the last chapter. We were suddenly at the end. I can assure you there are no spoilers ahead. As I was reading, I suddenly found myself getting emotional. The two main characters were interacting and I felt that I was going to cry. In fact, I did. The events of the last two or three paragraphs got to me. They are relevant to my situation, I suppose. This has never happened to me before in a lesson. I always tear up at the end of Sister Act 2 (the cinema’s greatest achievement) but this is a new one. One of the students said “Oh Mr Ramsdale, don’t cry!” The postscript didn’t help, but I regained my composure.

We talked about the complex emotions of the ending. One of my brightest students only every joins in through the chat. I looked in the box and she had written one word. -‘bittersweet’. My work here is done.

I know it’s been a longer one, but there are a few loose ends and thoughts.

Returning to an old them, I heard ‘unite together’. I also heard ‘plateaued off’. Unnecessary, people. Perhaps I should have said ‘returning back to an old theme’.

I saw JB. Driving over to the centre, I saw E___JB. So they’ve been out for a little while. Appropriately, the driver got that plate from one of the centres I went to this week!

Let’s finish with Trump. I mean that in both senses of that sentence. This week he again asserted that testing causes cases of the virus, so testing is bad. He also said that if people stop calling others racists, racism will quickly go away. At what age do toddlers acquire the concept of object permanence? He’s not there yet. If we can’t see him, will he cease to exist?

And that’s it. What sort of week has it been? Bittersweet.

See you next time.

[xonzodazokirova1-1]

at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan https://www.instagram.com/p/CCstd7bgeM3/?igshid=1ky8o2hfmzulk

[aliuzpro]

Умей ценить то, что дано тебе Богом. 12.12.2017🤙 #aliuzpro #qish #зима2017 #uztagram #AliUz #dekabr #uzb #tashkentcity #toshkent #Ilabeats #yunusabad #вечерниепрогулки #Nightcity #чернобелоефото (at Tashkent, Uzbekistan)

#вечерниепрогулки #tashkentcity #зима2017 #uztagram #dekabr #чернобелоефото #qish #ilabeats #yunusabad #nightcity #toshkent #uzb #aliuz #aliuzpro

[jasic-deejay-blog]

#powerfitness#yunusabad#stroycentre#5etaj#15december#open#comingsoon#💪 (at Stroy Center)

#15december #stroycentre #comingsoon #open #powerfitness #💪 #5etaj #yunusabad

[javohirbeck-blog]

at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan https://www.instagram.com/p/CCkKNvQpHXj/?igshid=hwfd7vzovwpc

[deepestponywagonmug-blog]

Toshkent (at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CZxvYAkZ9/?igshid=urljk31il0j8

[akmal1985]

#куплю #узбекистан #ташкент #куплюмебель #куплюхолодильник #куплюкондиционер #турция #зилзила #kuplyumebel #kuplyu #uzbekistan #turkey #istanbul #anqara (at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoY68K5NPa1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#куплю #узбекистан #ташкент #куплюмебель #куплюхолодильник #куплюкондиционер #турция #зилзила #kuplyumebel #kuplyu #uzbekistan #turkey #istanbul #anqara

[abdumalikov-blog]

Вместе с однокурссниками поехали в бассейн в свободное время. @abdumalikov_sherzod @m_mirsaid Продолжение поставлю после 100 просмотров #бассейн #друзья #купаться #100 #просмотров #swimmingpool #100 #views #continued (at Yunusabad)

#друзья #бассейн #100 #просмотров #swimmingpool #views #купаться #continued

[dilshodhalikov]

Барча устоз ва мураббийларимизани чин дилдан табриклаймиз. 🌹🌹🌹 (at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3EETaepbINj5xgJirURIoKtDIyx79PFzNB8DY0/?igshid=46vyn5wuk67e

[jeygermanovich]

#пивко #пивас #пиво #пивасик #посиделовки #отдыхаем #алкаши #бросайпить #яебал #пьем (at Yunusabad, Toshkent, Uzbekistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B053IC1pPSS/?igshid=1bj0zi1dczqi6

#пивко #пивас #пиво #пивасик #посиделовки #отдыхаем #алкаши #бросайпить #яебал #пьем