Ya plakal!!!

[Chitatel]

People read it, no tolko predvaritelno syadte na chto-nibud ustoychivoye.

http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY (http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY)

Cheers

P.S. Moye lubimoye mesto gde obyasnyayetsya otsutstvie ulichnih sobak. :-)

[elDoraDo]

ahhhh...

tog'ora

[Freestyler@]

A ya smeyalsya :'(

[Uzbek]

Lichno sam nebyval v Hotel Tashkent, no nedumal shto u nix do takoy stepeni. A tak deystvitelno smeshno i stydno.

[cute]

Hehe, achto takoye hotel Tashkent, u nas tolko 7 gostinits Shodlik, Uzbekistan, Sheraton, BUMI, Afrosiab, New Bukhara. And B&B, they are not bad.
vam smeshno a mne nado dissertatsiyu pisat about this shit places. HEHE

Tashkent is surprisingly free of stray dogs. That’s because here the strays are kept well in check by the city’s 200,000 ethnic Koreans, whose parents and grandparents were deported here from Siberia by Stalin in the 1930’s.

LOOOOOOL

[OPTIMIST']

I heard InterContinental had the same services as Toshkent hotel in catering for all possible needs of customers :)

khe khe, Cute, mana sanga informaciya :)

OPTIMIST ;p

[Freestyler@]

Chuj'!!! "Tashkent" i "Sheraton" - nebo i zemlya. V Sheratone ya ne nocheval, no mne prihodilos' tam bivat', a vot "Tashkent" ya znayu prekrasno, t.k. bil tam ne raz (i ne dva, i ne tri, a raz s desyatok uje navernoye :) ). Yesli chestno, tam ne huje chem v obshage UMEDa. Moyo mneniye: "Tashkent" - luchshaya deshovaya gostinica v Tashkente (ruchayus', chto luchshe chem "Rossiya").
Hotya, vsyo chto pisal etot inostranec naschyot "Tashkenta" - pravda. S toy lish raznicey, chto kogda ya tam bil, ohranniki nochyu ne spali: hotel svoyu devushku k sebe v nomer priglasit', ne pustili gadi.
(Navernoye boyalis' konkurencii so svoimi, "vnutrennimi" ;), daje vzyatku ne vzyali. Blin, vtoroy raz za vsyu jizn' predlagal vzyatku, i to ne poluchilos' :( :-D )

[underloaded_]

Chashe nado predlagat', vot togda i poluchitsia :) Shutka.

A voobshe, nechego za desheviznoy goniatsia. Shel bi etot inostranec v gostinicu podoroje..., a net ved' sekonomit' hotel.

[super-duper]

Nu dorogiye rebyata,

Americu ni chem ne ubidish krome vot takova unas dermo v kajdom postele gostinic Tashkenta

[Chitatel]

Ya snova plachu, a marazm krepchayet...
Mde, otlichilis rossiyskie SMI :-)

http://lenta.ru/ww3/2001/11/08/border/

Cheers

[Uz.B]

Именно Намангани считается заказчиком нескольких неудачных покушений на президента Таджикистана Ислама Каримова.


Da, silno skazanno! :)

[btw]

Da tupitca kakaya to opisala Tashkent ishodya iz svoyevo kvadratnovo mishleniya. Oni sami kak svin'i jivut i kak svin'yi pitayutsya, da yeshe ih je i yedyat. Izza takih ih stat'ey, da yeshe mnogo chevo ves' mir ih ne lyubit. Ih uje poimeli, i dal'she imet' budut. Nashi blyuda raskritikoval, da povyoz bi s soboy svoi zamorojenniye gamburgeri i pitalsya bi imi. Chem luchshe New York, odna bol'shaya musorka.

[shyutkya]

it was just ridiculious to read that in Tashkent there are no stray dogs due to 200 thousand Koreans.

ha-ha

redi
There’s another delicacy too. Unlike many other former communist countries,
Tashkent is surprisingly
free of stray dogs. That’s
because here the strays
are kept well in check by
the city’s 200,000 ethnic
Koreans, whose parents
and grandparents were
deported here from
Siberia by Stalin in the
1930’s. Koreans eat dog,
and say that wild or stray
dogs are the best for the
pot, since they are
stronger and more
resistant to disease than
pampered house pets.

[Misha]

Good Morning Ladies&Gentleman!
I would like to bring this issue to your attention which was made by Colin Soloway
Newsweek Web Exclusive during his visit to Uzbekistan along to Pakistan.
I do not fully support his idea about Uzbekistan.
yes indeed, Uzbekistan as you know, has been independent democratic country for only 10 years, obviously this is a short period for history.
I do admit that a lots of things on different spheres still need to be worked on , redone or changed.
anything can be described positively or negatively but as I`ve said, depends on how you approach the matter and by whom it is described.
If you look at the history of most modern and developed countries such as, USA, UK or Germany
do you think they have become strong, economically stable and powerful countries for a short time?
I have no doubt that Uzbekistan will become one of those countries I have mentioned above in future.
My point is if we all nations in the world could care and help each other, I think, we would always have peace, prosperity and love..

P.S a full story of Colin Soloway can be found here http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY

thank you very much

with best wishes
Misha
from Ponoma, CA

[nobody]

Long live Uzbekistan!

[Tank]

Chitatel (Nov 07, 2001 08:12):
People read it, no tolko predvaritelno syadte na chto-nibud ustoychivoye.

http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY (http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY)

Cheers

P.S. Moye lubimoye mesto gde obyasnyayetsya otsutstvie ulichnih sobak. :-)

Letter From Uzbekistan

How a trip to Tashkent felt like traveling through time—and back behind the Iron Curtain

By Colin Soloway
NEWSWEEK WEB EXCLUSIVE



Nov. 6 — My first glimpse of the mammoth Hotel Tashkent came at night, after a 20-hour journey from the United States, a nine-hour time change and a bumpy ride from the airport. In that light, it didn’t look so bad. The ornate mosaics of its two-story facade were supported by massive stone columns. From the outside, I could imagine I was about to encounter some mystery of the Orient here in Central Asia’s largest city. Inside, unfortunately, I felt like I’d been thrust back into downtown Moscow, circa—take your pick—1966, or 1976, or 1986. (Designs didn’t change much back in the USSR.)

I HAD COME TO Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan, as one of dozens of journalists sent here to wait for the fall of the strategic Afghan town of Mazar-e-Sharif, located about 40 miles south of the Uzbek border.
In many ways, Tashkent feels like a time warp. The lobby of the Hotel Tashkent is a forbidding warehouse of a room done in gray marble, with huge pastel-colored maps of Tashkent and Uzbekistan carved out of wood and bolted to the walls. The only furnishings are dusty potted palms somehow clinging to life in the gloom, and shabby ’70’s-style red velvet sofas and chairs scattered around the hall. I turned in my passport at the enormous marble reception desk and received my breakfast pass and receipt for the room. The babushka at reception assured me that the room was very nice, one of the best, and that I was lucky, because checking in so late at night meant there would be hot water.
I braced myself. My travels behind the Iron Curtain—including stints in Poland, East Germany and an eight-year spell in Romania and the former Yugoslavia—forced me to stay in too many communist hotels. Here I felt like I had found their prototype, but it was too late to try to find another place. I passed the policemen dozing at a desk in front of the elevators, and hoped that the creaking lift could make up to the 4th floor. There I found another policeman and the floor attendant. This time I traded in my receipt for the key. The door had been kicked in and repaired at some point in the distant past, but it at least opened, and more importantly, locked. The lights worked—a good sign.
The room, or rather the suite, was done up in the best Soviet chic of at least 20 years ago. The flowery yellow wallpaper was offset by the green, indoor-outdoor carpeting and the dusty brown sofa. There was a Korean TV, but no remote control, and the buttons on the set only allowed me to change the fuzzy channels down and lower the volume.



The bathroom did have water, even hot water as promised. No soap or toilet paper. I asked the floor lady. Toilet paper and shampoo appeared. She offered to change money too, at a pretty good rate. It was, it turned out, a full service kind of place. When she returned with the money, she offered me a prostitute too—leering, laughing, and making obscene gestures all at the same time. No thanks.
Late into that night the hallways resounded with the comings and goings of guests, or plainclothes police, it was not clear. There was a minibar, with nothing inside. There was a small teapot and two cups, and two glasses that looked as though they had not been washed for several months, or several guests. The windows opened, but, unfortunately, would not close.
When I woke up in the morning, there was no hot water. But the phone, remarkably enough, did work. I used it to call another hotel.
Sadly, most of the other state hotels in town are not much better—unless a visitor is intent on a Soviet nostalgia tour. That left a few cheaper private hotels and the massive Sheraton, which charges $140 a night (with the 50 percent journalist discount), $3 for a coke, and 60 cents for a local phone call. In a country where the minimum wage is about $3.50 a month and an average salary is around $30, those rates seemed high. I moved to one of the private hotels.
Once accommodations were squared away, Tashkent offered an unexpectedly varied cuisine for a Central Asian capital. Between the deportations of the Stalin era and Soviet incentives for immigration, the city has been left with a mosaic of peoples and cuisine. There’s traditional Uzbek, Tajik, Krgyz, Chinese, Russian, Georgian, Indian, Pakistani, or Syrian. Nov. 26 issue coverage:
• International News
Previous Coverage:
• Oct. 29 Issue : The Ground War's First Shots
• Oct. 22 Issue: Counterstrikes and Scares
• Oct. 15 Issue: Plumbing the Roots of Rage
• Oct. 8 Issue: Bioterror, The New Threat
• Oct. 1 Issue: Trail Of Terror
• Sept. 24 Issue: God Bless America
• Commemorative Edition: Spirit of America
• Extra Edition: America Under Attack
• Web-exclusive Archives
There’s another delicacy too. Unlike many other former communist countries, Tashkent is surprisingly free of stray dogs. That’s because here the strays are kept well in check by the city’s 200,000 ethnic Koreans, whose parents and grandparents were deported here from Siberia by Stalin in the 1930’s. Koreans eat dog, and say that wild or stray dogs are the best for the pot, since they are stronger and more resistant to disease than pampered house pets. And in one of many cultural cross-pollinations in this country, Uzbeks and Russians in Tashkent have embraced that Korean traditional cold remedy—dog grease, rubbed on their throats and chests.

[Tank]

Chitatel (Nov 07, 2001 08:12):
People read it, no tolko predvaritelno syadte na chto-nibud ustoychivoye.

http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY (http://www.msnbc.com/news/653753.asp#BODY)

Cheers

It’s hard to eat anything but cheap in Tashkent, and the street markets are by far the cheapest. For those with a stomach that can handle lots of grease, a wholesome meal of lagman (noodle and meat soup), osh, (rice pilau) and shashlik (kebab) washed down with a pot of Uzbek tea, costs less than a dollar. Uzbeks advise those eating on the street to drink a lot of tea with their meal. That, swear the locals, cuts the grease and acts as a sort of antibacterial agent to kill any unwanted bugs in the food.
Taxis are cheap too—for obvious reasons. Virtually any driver with spare time on his hands can be flagged down, and most trips in town cost 50 cents or less. Unfortunately, those journeys can be longer than expected, as a remarkable number of drivers in Tashkent don’t seem to know where anything is. Even those given detailed directions tend to take their passengers on long impromptu tours of the capital. Rides can also be reminiscent of a NASCAR race, as Tashkent drivers show little interest in speed limits or lane dividers. Despite the quality of driving, seatbelts are not seen as necessary. Most drivers prefer to use them to keep various parts of their aging Soviet cars attached. The best bet is the luxurious Volga, preferably the Mafia model, that comes complete with tinted windows and spoiler.
Even if I don’t manage to snag one of those, I keep telling myself to enjoy Uzbekistan while it lasts. The next stop will probably be Mazar-e-Sharif—and that’s likely to make the Hotel Tashkent look like a palace.


woahahhahahahaha
What da ****????????

P.S. Moye lubimoye mesto gde obyasnyayetsya otsutstvie ulichnih sobak. :-)

[Tank]

Dalabep kakoi to emy evo pero nado emy je v jopu zasynyt'.
sorry za otkravenie.
peace

[Definitely_maybe]

Who is an intelligent man/woman in the U.S???Answer: A tourist !!!

What a ****ing dummy is Colin Solowey, just like a bird "solovey". No thinking, but singing.
What dammit service does he want to get for his 1 dollar. I am sure he spent like 1 or 2 dollars in that hotel. He could buy only toilet paper and no ****ing towels in the U.S.
So, why didn't he go to Intercontinental with hot women at the reception and neat service in the rooms.
He has acted very unfair this time.

[Chijik@]

Oh i ne terpyat je ludi kritiki v svoy adres...

Kritiku ne nado tushit', a nado dostoyno vslushivat'sya i prinimat'...
V konce koncov, to, chto napisal etot korrespondent, bilo uvideno glazami inostranca, a znachit takogo je mneniya priderjivayutsya i drugiye inostranci... :P

Hotya, radi spravedlivosti nujno priznat', chto v statye yest' nekotoriye preuvelicheniya. Naprimer, ya dumayu naschyot sobak on yavbno vidumal, ili je snyal s mestnih sluhov i anekdotov pro koreycev...

[underloaded_]

Chijik, delo ne v kritike. Esli pishesh' o strane, nado dumat' kakoe predstavlenie mojet slojitsia posle prochteniya tvoey stat'i. Ya ved' toje mogu takoy reportajik iz Harlema v Manhettane sostrapiat', chto u ludey nikogda ne bivavshih v NY slojitsia vpechatlenie chto US bol'shaya pomoyka i nichego bol'she.

Tiajelo otrazit' realii v odnoy stat'e, no esli bereshsia za eto nado sobludat' balance mejdu belim i chernim.

[Chijik@]

Kstati, sobludat' balans mejdu belim i chyornim v odnoy statye toje slojno...

No eto je ne znachit, chto statyi ne nado pisat'.

Nikto i ne govorit, chto eto statya opisala Uzbekistan s real'noy, obyektivnoy tochki zreniya. Eto vsego navsego subyektivnaya tochka zreniya odnogo jurnalista (ili kto on tam yesho). Ya uveren inostranci prochitavshiye etu statyu prinimali eto vo vnimaniye. (Hotya, mne kajetsya statya vizvala bol'she inetersa u samih uzbekistancev, chemu inostrancev :) )
Zachem je obzivat' yego v otvet, oblivat' gryazyu Ameriku (mol, na sebya posmotri, urod ili v podobnom duhe). Kogda mi nauchimsya civil'no vosprinimat' yumor i kritiku v svoy adres? Ne eto li toje odin iz priznakov tolerantnosti?
Chto, on kak-to zastavil vas kompleksovat'?

[underloaded_]

Chto-to ti sovsem zagovorilsia, chijik. Esli on tak skazat' "kritikuet" nas, to eto, kak ti govorish', ne oznachaet ,chto on zakompleksoval, a esli mi kritikuem ego stat'yu znachit mi zakompleksovali :)

I potom, ya privel primer Harlema, ne dlia togo chtobi pisat' podobnie stat'eiki i oblivat' kogo-to griaz'yu, a vsego lish' dlia togo chtobi pokazat': griaz' mojno nayti vezde, i dlia etogo vovse ne nuno bit' professional'nim jurnalistom.

[underloaded_]

Da, esli eto bil yumor, nado bilo otpravit' etu stat'yu v razdel ,gde nahodiatsia kommiksi i anekdoti, a to nenarokom ludi podobnie mne bez chuvstva yumora, primut eto vse ser'ezno :)

[Chijik@]

Vo-pervih, "zagovorilsya" ne ya - a ti, <underloaded>.

Vo-vtorih, s chego ti voobshe vzyal, chto ya obrashalsya k tebe? ???

V tretyih: Esli on tak skazat' "kritikuet" nas, to eto, kak ti govorish', ne oznachaet ,chto on zakompleksoval, a esli mi kritikuem ego stat'yu znachit mi zakompleksovali

A razve ya skazal, chto on zakompleksoval? :)
A vot to, chto u nekotorih zdes' yavno namechayetsya allergicheskaya reakciya na yego statyu, svidetel'stvuyet ob ih komplekse nepolnocennosti. :P

...
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A po-bol'shomu schyotu - mne vsyo ravno. Pishite chto hotite, odnako vam ne izmenit' vospriyatiya inostrancev Uzbekistana, svoyey "kritikoy"...

[underloaded_]

OK, Ok. Ne ko mne , tak ne ko mne. Bespolezniy spor.
Esli eta stat'ya komu interesna,to eto ego pravo. A s moey tochki zreniya, eto vsego lish' jeltaya pressa. Chtobi napisat' takuyu stat'yu vovse nenado bilo ehat' za tisiachi mil'. Naprimer takogo je "urovnia" gostinicu on mog naiti i u sebia v gorode.

Cheers