So, I'm going through all the new posts in this thread . . .
LOVING Limey's photos and travelogue (thank you so much. Beautiful!); trying to imagine myself in the middle of that crazy market, smelling all the wonderful smells and trying new and exotic foods, wondering "Is Hotel Uzbekistan anything like Hotel California?" and being
instantly captivated by the ceramic cockbong (you know my history with cocks) . . .
And then I get to the bathroom discussion. Busted out in
giant guffaws. Scared the bejeebers out of one of the cats.
Thanks guys.
This is why I love this place.
Rock on.
P.S. Limey, what is the raised, red cloth-covered item on the floor of your hotel room?