Uzbekistan reminded me in many ways of my home country Zimbabwe, a land of incomprehensible procedures, corrupt police and worthless money.
Frequent fuel shortages make filling the tank a real challenge in Uzbekistan. Black market petrol traders almost destroyed our beloved car.
We had a few more encounters with the Kazakh police. Each time, we were amazed at how imaginative they can be when it comes to charging you with something.
We had far too many encounters with the Kazakh police. Sometimes friendly, sometimes harrassing, often corrupt, they were everywhere.