Do you know what is that ?
No, you are not mistaken, it is indeed a beheaded cow, a real one, on the floor.
Intrigued, we went to the butcher next by to ask him :
“Why (the fuck) do you leave this head on the floor in the middle of the lane ???”
And he answered, proudly :
“This is advertising. Customers stop, see the shop, and think about buying my meat”.
The middle-age sandwich board man was a cow !!! Savvy marketing, isn’t it ?
An other thing I liked : How easy it is to get from point A to point B in Tashkent.
You just stay on the road, stare at cars to make them understand that you are interested. They would stop and bring you were you want for a small amount of money. There is a real metro in the city, but it was amazingly hot these days, and the nice thing with this system is that you are brought just in front of the door you head. From the guesthouse to the olympic swimming pool (nice one by the way), from the guesthouse to the syrian lebanese… Awesome.
Last interesting anecdote : Last evening in the city. I still have 2000 soums and I’d like to get rid of them, as you cannot change this local money. I enter a trendy coffee bar, the Picasso Cafe, and ask about what I could get for this ridiculous amount of money. An expresso may be ? No. A tea ? No. As I’m getting out, they retain me… And prepare for my attention, for free, an ice tea with a lemon slice and a straw… They were not really speaking English but still, we shared a great moment together !!! That’s my last memory of Uzbekistan.