While not approaching the levels of India, Hayden was very popular indeed in Central Asia. Everyone wanted to hold him; in resturants he was often whisked out to the kitchen to meet all the staff, coming back with a small treat. Walking through the markets Hayden would come out with fists full of loot, being showered with small presents. Actually, having Hayden along was the perfect ice-breaker, allowing us interactions we would not normally have had.
The staff at the Mary museum were especially happy to see Hayden.
At the summer palaces outside Bukhara, the museum staff insisted that they would take care of Hayden while we walked around.
This shopkeeper in Bukhara wanted to know what we fed Hayden to make him so big, so that she could feed her own son. Baby food was non-existant in Uzbekistan, with everyone feeding their toddlers milk and yoghurt until they were old enough for adult meals.
Our kindly babushka washed some of Hayden's baby clothes for us, commenting that he seems to make a lot of hard-to-remove food stains. We gave her a big tip for her effort.