Bukhara is full of jewels of architecture. We arrived by train at the very grand station and got a cab to the hotel. The driver assured me he had a meter. It's difficult to tell here because a lot of private enterprise cabs use smart phones as meters. It turned out he didn't and an unpleasant scene took place in the hotel foyer. Anyway, it's all part of the joys of being a tourist! Our hotel is a beautiful old building in the old town. There is no road outside just a dust track. We can walk into the centre along little lanes. This morning we went to the National Museum. At the entrance we were offered tickets and a guide for 80k somm. We said we didn't want a guide and we were asked for 60k somm. We were a little short of local currency and we decided to retreat to decide if we wanted to go in. The second we started walking away the price suddenly dropped to 30k somm which is actually only NZ$5. Obviously the ticket seller was supplementing her income. We have noticed that in Uzbekistan there is a strong predeliction to fleece tourists - much more than in any other place we have visited on this trip. It's a pity as the people here are lovely and hail us and want to take selfies with us.