Monday, 28 September 2015

Ikat, Ikat and yet more ikat

Ikat - Uzbeks call this "tying the clouds".

Thursday
Up early and off to the Kumtepa bazaar near Marginal   Because today is Eid, people have been to the mosque so when we arrived, there were hardly any stalls open.  

(Eid al-Adha is the latter of the two Eid holidays.   It honors the willingness of Abraham (Ibrahim) to sacrifice his son, as an act of submission to God's command, before God then intervened, through his angel Jibra'il and informs him that his sacrifice has already been accepted. The meat from the sacrificed animal is preferred to be divided into three parts. The family retains one third of the share; another third is given to relatives, friends and neighbors; and the remaining third is given to the poor and needy.)

It was a blessing there were few stalls open, as if it had been up and running, we would have been overwhelmed by the choice of Ikats.  Shoy is silk and Adrassa is a silk cotton mix with varying percentages of silk and cotton.  


A young man who is getting married soon
is at the bazaar to chose a chapan. (padded coat)
The women are dressing him up.  
Lots of smiles and laughter.


Bought Peters skill cap from this lady.
Her hands are painted with henna for Eid



Played dress ups with the local woman trying on some ikat coats.  Bought one which I will use as a dressing gown.  This lady was looking for a new coat to wear to her grandsons circumcision.



I bought ikat from this man.


Men all wear skullcaps.  All are black with a lighter coloured embroidery design.  Depending on the design, you can tell what town the person is from.  Bought one for Peter as he likes hats. His is from Margillan.


Skull caps





Visited the home of a skull cap maker in chust.  The whole extended family were there.  The table was laid with about 20 bowls of different sweets, cakes and the best dried fruits ever.  And of course cups of the inevitable green tea which is very refreshing. We were as much an attraction to the family. The women who do the making demonstrated how it is done.  Amazingly detailed.  Takes about a week to make one cap and the price was $54.  Both Win and I felt very embarrassed as we didn't buy and the family had gone to much trouble.  


Weaving the braid for a skull cap.  


The family.  We were as much a curiosity for them as the skull caps were for us. 


Plov at the 6 storey teahouse


The best lunch of Plov at the "6 story tea house".  
Sitting on cushions around the table.





Plov - the national dish.
Don't let anyone tell you it is boring.




The kitchen - to cook the Plov
 Gas fire under each pot



In the middle of a roundabout
From the soviet era





Stopped at the right bank of the Syrdarya river .  Walked the ruins of Baburs former city of Ahsikent.  Sardor our guide is passionate about the Ferghana valley and Uzbekistan and insisted we climb to the top.


For me, the highlight of the day was visiting Margilan and the workshop of hereditary weaving master Fazlitdin Dadajanov.  He and his sons showed the ikat technique from beginning to end.



This is hard to explain but I think it goes like this.  One silk thread of about 300metres long is wound around a frame.  On the right  would be enough threads to make one ikat pattern.   The pattern is drawn on the threads and you can just see on the right where the son is starting to tie off a colour with sticky tape.
Finished ikat is about 350mm wide.



Above you see where the threads have been dyed and are ready to go ono the loom.



Fine bands of ikat which will be used 
as a trim on skirts or jackets.

They also have a jacquard loom which can weave cloth about a metre wide. 



The father designs the ikat on graph paper, which will eventually be made into 
the cards which will determine that the pattern is woven just as designed.





The other end of the loom >

It takes one month to set up this jacquard loom which has 7000 threads across its about metre width.  

I understand more than I ever have about ikat,  but there is still a large element of magic in it.  

  


Win and Sardor checking out the stock




Fazlitdin is a true lover of his craft.

He imported an Indian weaver to stay with them for 6 months to teach new techniques.  
They use lots of natural dyes.  



Spent probably an hour in their selling room, oohing and aching over the ikats.  Finally we both had decided on what we wanted and money exchanged hands.  

Home for a quick rest and off to our lovely driver Marmer's home for dinner.  Lovely welcoming extended family.  His wife starts with big hugs and kisses.  they were childhood sweetheart and have been married for 38 years.  5 kids and 11 grandkids quite a number of whom live with them.  




Saturday, 26 September 2015

Uzbekistan - we've made it



Arrived in Tashkent after a 6 or so hour flight from Bangkok. Had a window seat and as we got closer, saw barren mountains, brown like Australia with little bits of snow on the highest peaks.Took about 3 hours to get out of the airport.  
   Had to get a visa on arrival but of course the Visa office was closed.  Luckily there was a Sri Lankan man also needing a visa who was far more pushy than me who made enough noise, that someone came to open the office.  
   So waiting waiting for visa 
   then waiting for "passport control", 
   then waiting, waiting , waiting for bags.  No signs, no English,  so only when all the bags were out and mine hadn't arrived did the lovely bag man ask "Peking?"  (i.e. Beijing).  I said "Bangkok" and he pointed around the corner to another baggage belt where my little blue bag was going around and around on it's own.
   So next it's waiting, waiting waiting to go through Customs where your bags are scanned and you complete a form stating how much money your'e bringing into the country.  That was a 1 1/2 hour wait.  A young Uzbek man in front of me, Sardor, has been studying in Beijing and was home to attend his brother's wedding.  He'd been busy learning English and Chinese and we had a great discussion to fill in the time.  Learning about each others lives, countries and experiences.  Lots of laughing and the surrounding travellers became involved, asking how old I was, why was I coming to Uzbekistan and what did I want to see here.  Sardor was worried about how I would get on with neither Uzbbek nor Russian language skills and insisted I take his mobile phone number so that if I got in trouble, at least I could phone hime for advice or he could interpret for me.  How nice is that?  A good start to my time here.


Bek from our tour company was to meet me and take me to the hotel.  I did wonder whether after all this time waiting he may have decided I'd missed the flight and gone home. 

Non travellers are not allowed into the airport buildings.  They are behind a barrier about 25 metres from where you come out of the airport.

Thankfully Bek must be used to waiting as there he was with his "Steppe Journey" sign.  It is so nice to be met in a new country and not be totally lost trying to find local money and how to work out public transport to get to your accommodation.

Met up with Win at the hotel and she took me for a walk in the nearby area.  Found a beautiful shop "Uzbek Apparel".  Ikat's mainly that have been made into very stylish clothes. Win bought a beautiful jacket.  Took prices for a few items I liked but as I'd only been in the country for a few hours didn't have a sense of the conversion rate.  Checked when I got back to the hotel and they were beautiful clothes with quite beautiful price tags also.  But I'd come to Uzbekistan in search of Ikat and here it was the first night and we'd seen it.

On the way home we ate under the grape vines at a beautiful restaurant called something like Caravanserai.  Lots of old Uzbek artifacts to look at.  Good food.   Smokey rattatoui type dish that was "darshat"  (perfect).    Did avoid the horse meat though.

Very 70's hotel.  The Grand Orzo

Woke up early and thought I'd do a quick walk around the block.  Autumn is coming and there is a chill in the air,  lovely to be able to walk without humidity.  Of course the block wasn't a square block so I did get a bit lost for a wee time.

Left for Fergana Valley at 8am the next morning.  Lovely driver Marmer.  A retired policeman with some of the biggest smile lines around his eyes that I have ever seen.  We speak no Uzbek or Russian and he only has Uzbek and a few words of German.  Still we managed to learn he has 5 kids, 10 grandkids and 1 wife.  

Tashkent has huge wide street and lots of little cars.  Soviet architecture.  Lots of 4 storey apartments in various states of repair.  Some have murals on the side.  After Laos, I feel more like I'm in Europe.  

Barren dry land.  Drove through the Kamchik pass. Police in many places.   A few stops for our passport checks.  Very high barren mountains which are covered in snow through winter. 

On the way to The Fergana Valley






The most gorgeous melons of all different types.












Hard round cheese made which tastes as if it is made of yoghurt





The traditional bread which is pretty nice and had at any opportunity.
We will become very familiar with this over the next few weeks.








Win and Sardor at the Kudayarkhan palace






painted paper on all the ceilings















Juma mosque






Our first suzani








Halva





The cemetery