If we thought that we were being treated like celebrities in Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan has now taken it to a new level.
While we've said goodbye to our convoy we're never driving alone in this country as we always seem to have someone driving alongside us chatting (never let two differing languages get in the way of a chinwag...) We've also lost count of the number of times we've had to slam on the breaks to avoid being side-swiped by people wanting to veer in to wave. Our favourite local escorted us 43kms to get a wheel alignment and tracking done on a Sunday afternoon - all you need to tell them is that you are from the land of Kosta Tzu, their favourite Aussie/Uzbek and you really can't go wrong...