The great philosopher Minnie Pearl (okay, so she wasn't a philosopher, but comedians tend to know more about life than a lot of people) once said, "Take the back roads instead of the highways." I wonder why she said that? Had she been to Uzbekistan?
Because that's just what we did. If this isn't a back road, I don't know what is.
After we'd been entertained and fed at a home in what was already a remote village, we went out to the street to see a line-up of a couple dozen cars. Our tour company had arranged for private vehicles driven by their owners, residents of the village, to haul us up the mountain. They must have connected with every car owner for miles around to find transportation for all of us. (The tour company owner, who was on the trip with us, made a point of telling us that they'd worked on these travel plans well into the previous night, and that this side trip was unique to Fun for Less Tours and not something other tours did.) Four of us hopped into a five-passenger sedan being driven by a local man who spoke zero English. We put on our seat belts (where available) and headed up the road. Our friends were in other similar vehicles.
It was an exercise in trust, let me tell you.
We climbed steadily up hill on what was sometimes a paved road and at other times was just a road. The locals have their reasons for choosing alternate means of transportation:
It's not like we were in the middle of nowhere. Of course not.
The scenery was
so stark. There was little vegetation, and yet there were homes and other structures along the road most of the time.