Where there are aisles of produce at bazaars with veggies and fruits that are bursting with flavour. There are shashlyk stands with mouth-watering smells of fresh grilled kebabs. Aisles upon aisles of dried fruits and nuts still grace every market as they did in the Silk road days. There are tandoor ovens spitting out piping hot samsa and exotic restuarants set in beautifully tiled ancient medressas serving the famous plov. I have sneaking feeling that I will need to invest in extra baggy clothes soon.