Nearby the museum is the Aral Sea Monument, which stands where the sea used to lap up to edge of Muynak. A white monolith stands sentry. More pictures depict the Aral Sea overtime, becoming smaller and smaller.
A long, downward path brings you to the bottom of the dry seafloor. A handful of rusting hulks, former fishing boats, dot the seafloor intermixed with dry shrubs. It is a bit depressing as I stared into the horizon, realizing that I was standing on the bottom of a giant sea, that no longer exists.