Thursday, 30 June 2011

India - Part 1

The Indian border was quite as easy crossing compared to what we went through in Iran and Pakistan. We had to get off the truck, fill out a form, get our picture taken and then it was just a case of getting back on the truck! Last year was a different story for the truck as customs went through the whole truck and all the bags...so we were once again expecting the worst. But luckily for us they didn’t want to check anything. We were at the border for a couple of hours waiting for a document or something to be signed....but I don’t know exactly what happened as I had a little snooze on a plastic chair!! It did all get sorted in the end and was still a hell of a lot quicker than we all expected. So then it was time to drive into India...and oh my god the difference between Pakistan and India was noticeable straight away. For one thing the explosion of colours just outside the gate of the border was amazing. The saris are all so vibrant and the sequence glittering in the sun was amazing. Everyone was waving and there was music playing from all the little restaurants. My first duty in India was to FINALLY get out of the conservative clothes!! I got everyone to look forward, popped down the back of the truck and within seconds I was in a vest top and shorts...I even had to apply sun cream to more than just my face!! Of course this joyous occasion was slightly marred by the fact my bruise was already coming up and I had an unsightly red lump on my leg from my stupidity!!
We had a really quick drive from the border to our hotel/campsite, only about 25km. When we arrived Rach jumped off the truck to get them to open the back gate for the truck and as we were sitting looking out the window I suddenly saw someone else appear outta the gate...and realised that it was Dee!! Dee had been one of the “abandoners” for Pakistan and we hadn’t expected to see them until a couple of days later but as it turned out they arrived in Mrs. Bhandari’s about 10 minutes before we did. It was quite amusing as they had just endured an 18 hour bus journey to get to Amritsar and were all tired, sick and filthy...us Pakistani die-hards though, despite the fact we were the ones supposed to be in that state after a week of straight bush camping, were all showered and rested...even if some of us were slightly sick! There was hugs all round and then a dash either to the shower or the fridge for a beer! We sat around chatting and regaling stories to each other, then took full advantage of the pool as we all jumped in and properly cooled down. Then it was time to cook the first truck dinner in a couple of weeks! I was on cook group and it was roasting both preparing and cleaning up after dinner afterwards!! It was a nice simple dinner or tuna pasta...and it went down a treat!! After a couple of weeks of rice and sometimes struggling to figure out what to eat, suddenly we had this yummy dinner in front of us and everyone (who was well enough!!) tucked in!! Then it was bed time and some of us decided to be good to ourselves and upgraded to rooms for a couple nights rather than pitching tents...and it was totally worth it. Showers, bed and most importantly air-conditioning!!! Don’t think I would have slept very much that night if I hadn’t of had that!!
Next day most of us had an EXTREMELY lazy day! After a week of travelling through Pakistan, or for others lots of public transport travelling, most of us took it easy and lazed about in the pool or lay out on the grass reading or napping, soaking up the sun and enjoying just being there! There was a truck dinner again that night...which again was greatly appreciated by everyone I think! The following day we all seemed to have a bit more energy (or perhaps we all felt a bit guilty after being lazy lie-by-th- pool tourists, rather than true overlanders!!!) so some of us hopped in a tuk tuk outside the hotel and headed in to check out the Golden Temple. The Golden Temple is pretty much the only thing to see in Amritsar. Those of us who went in that morning didn’t actually go inside to look at it properly we walked around the perimeter of the little compound it is in and looked at what there was to see...and everyone else looked at us!!! Again there was picture request and sometimes no requests, just the camera-shoved-in-the-face move! At one stage we were standing having a cold drink when we noticed a group of about 6 or 7 lads all with their cameras out. We were kinda cornered and had nowhere to go so after awhile started turning our backs to the direction of the camera...but they would just circle around and come at us from the other side. Me and Rosie tried hiding behind the lads...but they just came closer and put the camera up between the lads heads to get us standing behind them!! This is all very funny now as I remember it but at the time it wasn’t so much fun! I really don’t mind if they ask to take a picture...or even them just taking a picture but when they start CIRCLING, like some kind of weird animal pack it starts to get what I’d call a tad bit creepy!!! Anyway once we lost the pack we walked on and at that stage the heat was starting to get to me. So I headed back to Bhandari’s...to resume my position at the poolside!! That night a group of us were going to the border to watch the flag lowering ceremony. This is basically the other main attraction of Amritsar. As it is so close to the border it doesn’t take long to get there and each evening both the Pakistani and Indian sides of the border to put on a bit of a show for when the border closes for the night. The whole thing was an experience! For one thing on the way there I was in the back of a jeep that was filled with 8 people...not fun in the heat...very little air gets circulated to the back of a jeep through 8 people’s heads let me tell ya! When we did get to the border it was what you might call slight chaos! We all started walking up together only to be told there was a queue for men and one for women...cue the confusion as to which side of the border we were actually on!! But our white skin came in handy as the border guards allowed us all to walk up past the queues and then once we flashed our passports we all got into the VIP section to a designated area for foreigners, rather than having to sit in the packed stands. Once we did get seated though it was amazing. Once again the first thing that hit me was the colours, and there was again loud music playing. Just as we sat down the song Jai Ho (from Slumdog Millionaire) came on....and the whole crowd jumped up and started dancing. Some people went down onto the road and they all started doing the dance to the song. It was so cool to watch and just felt totally Indian! Then some guy came out and started getting the crowd fired up, he had a mic and whatever he was saying the crowd loved. They started chanting whatever he told them and cheering on cue! Then we noticed a few guards appearing and the show began. I’m not quite sure how to describe it really! It was all a bit surreal and comical. The guards at the start were lined up and then the next thing they first two too off at a fierce pace down the road towards the gate. The only way I can describe it is to say that you know when you’re a kid and you’re trying to get somewhere fast but you don’t want to or aren’t allowed to run, so you end up doing this ridiculous fast paced walk at risk the whole time of tripping over your own feet and your arms are swinging wildly to try help keep your balance? Well that is EXACTLY what this looked like!! Then, once they reached the gate they would stop, lift their knees up pretty much to their chins and stamp their foot down really hard...as in we could hear the clack of their shoes on the ground all the way up in the stands! Then once they had stomped their feet a couple times one leg would get kicked ridiculously high into the air....foot over the head business!! The first time it happened, none of us quite believed our eyes but then the next few guards in the line followed and repeated the exact same routine!! All these shenanigans went on for about half an hour with other weird moments thrown in...such as when they literally swung the gates back like they were about to go into battle, a guard from each side marched towards each other like they were gonna try stab each other....and shook hands in a very determined way!!! Then the gates were slammed back closed again...more foot stomping a leg kicking and chanting would go on...and finally after a lot of rope throwing and swinging they started to lower the 2 flags! We were all fairly glad of this as it was sweltering hot and even just sitting there we were all pumping sweat (attractive I know!!). When the show was over and the flags were safely back wherever they had to go for the night we stood around for awhile to let the crowd move off a little before we tried to battle our way back to our cars....so guess who became the tourist attraction then!! The usual happened...some asking, some just taking but the weirdest and funniest thing was that people literally just plonked their kids in front of some of us and took a picture with the poor kid standing there wondering what on earth was going on!! We did start making a move for the cars though and then it was just a case of battling ourselves out of the car park. We had all decided to go for dinner that night then and went to a place called Crystals. Before I continue let me remind you that we are overlanders so our wardrobe consists of shorts and vest tops with flip flops at the moment. I’ll also just repeat we had spent the last 2 hours sitting in the baking heat sweating while doing absolutely NOTHING but sitting...now I will tell you that this place had white table cloths and the waiters were all in white shirts, waist coats and dickie bows! But in we all marched anyway...giving the nicely dressed Indian families a bit of a shock and sat down and ordered food. It was really nice but the best part was dessert...a SIZZLING chocolate brownie!! This thing was unreal....think Joels or Captain Americas chocolate brownie with a big dollop of ice cream on top...served on one of those sizzling trays that you usually get your stir fry or fajitas served on!! They put it down in front me and appeared with a jug of hot fudge sauce, poured it over it and the whole plate just sizzled up...and smelt AMAZING!!! Once we hate ate our fill of chocolate brownies we all piled back in the cars and it was home time.
The next day again was a relatively relaxed affair. Some of the girls had gone to a salon the day before to get their hair trimmed and had ended up being truly pampered with manicures and facials and massages all for the equivalent of a few euro! So the following day myself, Rosie and ANDREW went to the salon for a pedicure! Everyone knows what I am like with feet...I hate them and tend to kick anyone who tries to touch my feet in the face! But after a few weeks of living in flip flops my little tootsies were in need of some TLC!! It was really nice but by far the best part of the days was watching Andy get his pedicure done! Having never had one before he had no idea what happened and looked slightly scared every time the girl picked up another tool...his best reaction being that she was “attacking him with a rock” when she picked up the pumice stone!! Once we were all finished there we headed back and got ready for another lovely truck dinner and then it was time for me to head back to my tent. Holy crap it was sweltering! I attempted to go to bed at about half ten....gave up after tossing for an hour and got out of the tent again, chatted for awhile and then gave it another try. It was slightly cooler but it was still about 1 by the time I drifted off...and then I was waking up every half hour so in a very unattractive state of “glowing” (to use Gran’s term!!). Some of us had decided to get up the next morning for sunrise at the Golden Temple...so when 4am came I jumped outta my tent and legged it to the shower and was just so pleased to not be in the tent anymore!! (I didn’t even have the fly sheet on the tent for the night and it was still roasting!!).
Going to the temple for sunrise was brilliant though. I was surprised as to how many people were there at that hour of the morning...and it looked like a lot of people had slept there...and then there were all the people who were getting into the pool the surrounds the temple having an early morning swim. The Temple is of great importance to the Sikh people...that one temple alone is the equivalent of doing 68 pilgrimages in a person’s lifetime.  We wandered around the pool area and waited for the sun to come up. It was kinda frustrating as for the first day in days it was a bit cloudy and hazy! We were worried we weren’t going to get a proper sunrise but when it did happen it was amazing. We stood at the side of the pool where the temple was in front of the sunrise. It was so beautiful and the reflection from the temple and the sun made the pool glow gold. I was transfixed with it and stood there for ages watching it and seeing how it changed as the sun got higher. When the sun was up and it was starting to get warmer we headed back to Bhandari’s for an early morning truck clean. We had decided to do it at half 7 in the morning as it was cool enough at that stage to tackle it. As ut was we were still boiling hot once we got started but everything got pulled out of the truck, washed down...and the outside even got a good scrub so we had a nice, shiny new truck! Myself and Rosie then headed off on a tuk tuk tour of the city! Peter and Little Kev had done it the day before and had recommended it cause it let us see parts of the city we wouldn’t have and also made it easier to be doing something in the day as we didn’t have to walk around. The first place he brought us to confused us slightly at first. We had told him we had already seen the Golden Temple so didn’t need to go there...but when we walked into the first temple he stopped at the 2 of us looked at each other with a slight bit of confusion! The temple was the 16th century Sri Durgiana Temple which is the Hindu version of the Sikhs’ Golden Temple. It was really pretty and is known as the Silver Temple because of its ornately carved silver doors. Once we were finished having a look around here we moved onto the next temple which was a rather crazy experience!! It was called the Mata Temple and celebrates a saint from the 20th century, Lal Devi, which was kinda cool as most of the temples were in honour of saints and the like from much earlier times! It was the oddest temple I’ve ever been in and the only way that I can give you an idea of its oddity is to remind you of the last scene in the movie Grease where they are singing “You’re the One That I Want”. Sandy and Danny are bopping around the place and then pop onto the fun bus thing that has all the different levels on it, the floor moves up and down and there is steps and all kinda weird things along the way. Well this temple was like that!! As we walked up each level it got weirder and weirder and it was even open out to the side with shiny steels bars across it so we didn’t fall out onto the street. The floor was uneven (unfortunately the floor didn’t actually move!!), there was mini stedps up and down, we had to get down on our hands and knees and crawl through a tunnel at one stage, then climb through a hole and walk through a little stream in a cave on the other side of it!! There was colourful deities all over the place, the walls were covered in mirrored mosaics, once again giving a fun fair, Hall of Mirrors feel to it! When we made it through the labyrinth we were in the main chamber of the temple and it too had colours everywhere; both in the decorations that adorned the hall and also due to the clothes that the women who were worshiping there were wearing. When we were done at the temple out guide then brought us to...well a waste of space to be totally honest!! We drove into a little park called the Ram Bagh which looked really nice, but he drove us through it and parked up outside the Maharaja Ranjit Singh Museum. It was supposed to be a “must-see”...and to be honest I reckon it’s a must see if you have literally seen EVERYTHING else in India...which will never happen to anyone!! It wasn’t so much a museum as a....well I don’t really know how to describe it!! It had little miniature scenes set up, basically depicting different scenes from the Maharaja’s rein. When we finished walking around through this room we thought it was over and went to make a break for the door...when a dude told us we still had to go upstairs. So up we went to the “panorama” view. This was another rather odd display with pictures of paintings, which were then blown up onto a wall and then “came alive” as such. So at the back wall was a picture and then closer to where we stood they had larger than life figurines from the picture. I’m not sure I’m describing this very well...and I’m not really sure wht I am bothering my arse to even try do it cause the moral of the story is if you are ever in Amritsar....dont bother your arse going to this museum!! Following that he then brought us to a surprise stop that we did not know about, which was Khalsa University. When we were on our way back from the border a couple of nights previous we had passed a beautifully lit up building and all wondered what it was...and we found out! It was an amazing building...very Harry Potteresqe in my mind! We walked around the grounds for a bit and then it was time to head back to Bhandari’s for some rest! The tour took us about 3 hours but when it was over myself and Rosie knew that we had seen pretty much everything that Amritsar had to offer so we didn’t feel guilty about once again setting ourselves up at the pool and chilling out for the rest of the day!!
Before I move on to the next leg of our journey I’ll just tell you a little about Mrs. Bhandari’s. The place was really nice and very tranquil. It was out of the hustle and bustle of the city and really quite peaceful. It had an amazing big garden that was beautifully maintained (Gran you would have loved it!!). It was surrounded by big mature trees and had lovely flower beds and wall roses all over the place. The house itself was lovely, and the family still live there while running the guesthouse. A little walk around the garden and in between all the guesthouses and out buildings and I discovered a small paddock with water buffalo..including a little calf! Mrs. Bhandari herself sounds like a fascinating woman. She was of the Parsi peoplw which in India’s caste system meant she would have come from a rather well off family. She was one of the first women in Inida to own and drive her own car and to go to college (she had a Masters in English). She also worked a huge amount with refugees as they arrived from Pakistan after Partition and was well known for the work that she did. When her husband died she had to figure out how to provide for her children and so she decided to open her home to guests. The guest house is quite well known and Charlton Heston even stayed there when he was there as UN Ambassador. Mrs. Bhandari died in 2007, 13 days after celebrating her 101st birthday by having a party for friends and locals. Rachel and Greg said when they used to come to the guest house when she was alive she would sit out with the guest chatting with them and telling them stories about her life and giving them information about India and Amritsar. She sounds like a fascinating woman and her family have done a great job with the guest house. We all loved staying there and were kind of sad to leave the comfort of it!
Next morning though we were all up and back on the truck, and for those of us who had stayed with the truck through Pakistan it was weird to have the others back on it, but it was great to have (almost) everyone back together! We were heading that day for Dharamsala, where we were parking the truck for a couple days as our next stop was McLeod Ganj, the headquarters of the Tibetan government in exile and also where the Dalai Lami has lived since fleeing Tibet. The drive that day was amazing!! For most of it I sat up front out on our little balcony....I was filthy with dust by the time we arrived but it was totally worth it!! I popped in my Ipod and got a pretty cool soundtrack as we climbed the mountains. The few that stick in my mind were the Rodrigo Y Gabrilla songs that played, pure music but lovely to listen to and to take in the scenery. And then there was U2 “Where the Streets Have No Name”, which played as we were going through a little Indian village in the middle of nowhere. It just seemed very fitting to be watching the world go by in this little village, not actually having a clue where I was! As we climbed higher those of us sitting out front could actually feel the temperature start to change. Not that it got cold or anything but it definitely began to get cooler....as in the heat was bearable!! The most exciting thing that happened on the drive was probably seeing monkeys!! We were driving along minding our own business when Greg beeped and pointed to the side of the road, and there was a monkey just sitting there...and then it was joined by a whole load of monkeys. And loads of them had proper baby monkeys! I got so excited as it was the first time I had ever seen monkeys in the wild and the fact there was baby ones too made it really cool!!as we got closer to Dharamsala we started to notice the difference in peoples’ faces...which sounds like an odd statement but what I mean is that the people we were seeing were becoming more Tibetan and less Indian. When we got to Dharamsala we parked the truck and then got in taxis to do the last four kilometres to McLeod Ganj...and straight away it became apparent why we couldn’t get the truck to bring us all the way. We have been on plenty of small windy roads...but these roads just took the biscuit!! They had hairpin turns like I’ve never seenc before...and I found it quite amusing that when there was a sign for a turn there was another one underneath it telling us what type of turn it was, such as “left-hand hair-pin turn”!! when we got to McLeod Ganj the hunt was on to find accommodation. Rachel had given us all an accommodation allowance and we had to sort our own accommodation out for the couple of days. It was funny, for the first time since the trip started we actually had to do something for ourselves!! After trying a couple of places we found one that had a few rooms free so some of us moved in for the 3 nights. The hostel was pretty basic, my room was reminscint of a prison cell, patchy concret floors and steel frames beds!! But it had hot water in the shower and the bed was actually comfy enough. Plus we had a little balcony that looked out over the valley and town and allowed us to eagel watch in the evenings and mornings! The day we arrived we pretty much just chilled out and then met up for dinner. We found a lovely place that served all kinda of foods so some of us were sitting there eating pizza, others chowmein and then a few brave souls tried out some Tibetan food! Best of all though...the place served wine!! So I had my first drink in 4 weeks! It wasn’t the best bottle of wine that I have ever had but it wasn’t the worst either and it was very welcome after 4 weeks of not drinking. I understand that that makes me sound like a small bit of an alcoholic but well I don’t really care to be honest!! J
Next morning we all met at a rather late 10am for breakfast and then headed down to Tsuglagkhang Complex where most of the sites to see are situated. Tibet was a free country until 1949. In may of that year the Chinese Army marched on Lhasa to “liberate” the Tibetan people of their land and culture. Since 1949 1.2 million Tibetans have been killed and 90% of their culture has been destroyed. 250,000 refugees decided to flee Tibet over the Himalayas led by the Dalai Lami in 1959. The complex in McLeod Ganj now holds the photang, the official residence of the Dalai Lami, as well as the Kalachakra Temple and the Namgyal Gompa, where the monks debate. We wanted to go to see one of these debates as apparently they are quite lively with the monks stamping their feet and clapping their hands while heatedly debating issues about Buddism. Unfortunately the monks weren’t debating while we were there so we didn’t get a chance to see this. However when we did arrive at the temple it was 11.30, which is the time when the monks get their meal of day. We walked into the temple turned around and there was hundreds of monks spilling down the steps! It was amazing to see! We walked wround a little bit...and found the monks little kitchen. And we were greatly amused to see they had a similar dish washing system to us overlanders....but were slightly disappointed to see that they didn’t flap their dishes dry!! When we were in the Kalachakra Temple we were greatly amused to see offerings of Oreo COkkies and hob Nobs to the statues. This was particularly amusing to our little group as Joe has been craving chocolate Hob Nobs for weeks. When we walked into the temple and saw the biscuits we half expected him to smash through the glass and rip the packet open...but as they weren’t the chocolate ones we didn’t have any problems in the end! Once we had explored we then headed out to the Tibet Museum. The museum was quite a small one (which we all appreciated!!) but was brilliant. It tells the story of the Chinese invasion and of what the Tibetan people and country have suffered during the 60 years of occupation. The sotyr is told through photographs, videos and interview exerpts. Some of the photographs were very hard to look at and the video we saw was harrowing to watch. One story that touched all of us was of one of the refugees who walked across the Himalayas. In a storm himself and his 3 companions lost their blankets and most of their food but continued on regardless. They all began to suffer from frostbite but eventually made it across the Indian border. When they arrived they were taken in and given treatment. This guy lost both his legs and some of his fingers to frostbite, one of his companions also suffered from severe frostbite. After the 4 travellers were treated their condition was assessed and 2 were granted exile in dharamsala, but the other 2 were sent back to Tibet. The guy who lost his legs is now one of the curators of the museum. It was a harrowing story and paited a picture of what Tibetans will go through  to escape the Chinese regime. When we were finished there we realised that while we had gone to see the temple we had actually forgotten to look for the Dalai Lama’s residence. So we went back in and realised that we had seen it first time, we just hadn’t realised we had as there was absolutely no fuss about it! The gate was right in the courtyard of the temple and we had overlooked it because, unlike what we thought it would be like, perhaps surrounded by guards, it was just there with no fuss  about it. We took a few pictures of the gate and the house and felt satisfied then that we had indeed been to the Dalai Lama’s house! He was in Melbourne, Australia when we were there...and unluckily we had missed him by only 5 days on McLeod Ganj. We then left the temple again and headed to go get some lunch...which consisted of sandwiches followed by cake!! McLeod Ganj is mad about its cake...and we tested many different kinds...our communal favourite being the hostels apple pie served with custard (not as good as Gran’s apple tart or my custard naturally but it was a fairly good substitute!!!). then it was time for me and the girls to go shopping!! Myself and Rosie ahd tried and failed miserably in Amritsar to find a couple of skirts but we knew as soon as we arrived in McLeod Gange we were no longer going to have a problem! McLeod Ganj is pure hippy land and there was shops everywhere seeling hippy trousers (MC Hammer style) and skirts of every shape and description! So off we went....and we walked the WHOLE of McLeod Ganj, which isn’t particularly big but you would be surprised at the amount of shps that can actually fit into such a tiny little place!! Dee was the first of us to be successful and got herself a dress and some jewellery. Once she was sorted she went back to the hostel which left me and Rosie (and Greg who had come along for moral support!!) to trudge on!! We went in and out of shop after shop with no luck. My problem was the skirts were all too long, so what was a long skirt on someone, was about a foot too much of material for me! Now I don’t mind my jeans dragging on the ground and letting them naturally come to the right length...but a pretty skirt is a different story. Towards the end of our epic quest Rosie managed to find 2 gorgeous skirts. But by this stage we had pretty much been in every shop on offer and I had given up, so I headed back to the hostel and had a little rest after walking around for about 4 hours!! Later that evening though I got a new lease of life and went off looking again and did in fact manage to find a skirt...and best of all it was to the knees so no skirt dragging issues to deal with AND it was a “Sunday-Monday” skirt meaning it was double sided! So when we went out for dinner that night me and the girls all broke out the new clothes and had a good night in our new prettiful clothes!!
Next day was another lateish start (appreciated by all!!). after breakfast everyone went in opposite directions for an hour or two and then I went to meet Rhona and Rachel who were ready for a bit of shopping, and as me and the girls had done a bit of recon the day before I tagged along to give them an idea of which shops were worth rooting in. And would you believe that I found 3 skirts in a shop I had spent about half an hour in the day before! I had fallen in love with a dress and was comtemplating buying it when I noticed a rip in it, so I left slightly heart broken (perhaps the event that broke my shopping spirit that day!!). but next day I went back in with the girls...saw purple winking off the shalf at me (purple is to me what a shiny thing is to a magpie!!) and I pulled it off the shelf, which was followed in quick succession by 2 others! So I became a very happy camper and treated myself to all 3 skirts! I was then truly all shopped out and went back to the hostel to chill out. I was sitting out on the balcony catching up on my journal when I copped a monkey walking across the roof of the next building, I dived into the room to grab my camera....and when I came back out the monkey was walking along the barrier of the balcony! I flicked on the camera and took a picture of him right in front of me...and then the funniest thing happened. I had had a bag of crisps on the chair beside me and the cheeky little monkey (now I know where the phrase comes from!!) grabbed the bag and ran off to the next balcony with it. He then sat in the corner eating the crisps....and even ripped the bag open and liked the inside of it to get the flavour off it!! Just as he finished the crisps he was joined by another monkey who got all curious and walked up to us on the balcony again....gave us a little snarl to which i yelped at (I don’t want to get bitten by am onkey...a fear I have since the TMB doctor told me to get a rabies shot in case it happens!!). then the ran off in the other direction....probably to rob someone else!! It was an amazing experience and I was completely buzzing after it with a ridiculous big smile on my face!! We then headed off for dinner in a Tibetan restaurant. Only 7 of us headed to the same restaurant that night compared to the 14 or 15 that had been out on the first coupl of nights, which was probably just as well as the amunt of dishes that were brought out to our table was crazy! But the food was gorgeous and we all ate rings around ourselves, not wanting to leave any of the tasty food behind!! We then all headed back to the hostel and even though it was only 9 we all headed to bed for fear our stomachs were about to burst!!
Next morning we were up early to get taxi’s back down to the truck for a 7.30 departure. We were heading to Delhi but it was a bushcamp on the way. We had two options; the scenic route which would be a longer drive or to duble back a bit and take a mian road. None of us knew which way we went but we figured it out fairly soon when we had to turn around after going through a little village called Palampur (someone has to let me know if this place is actually in an atlas somewhere!!). we turned around, cause a slight traffic jam and somehow ended up going through it a third time after turning around again but coming at it from a different angle! Eventually we managed to get out of the Palampur vortex and we seemed to be on the right road. We travelled on...and then got stuck in another village, this one called Baijnath (atlas again please!!). this time we were in serious traffic jam. I should say at this point that we are travelling on roads that barely allow two cars to drive by each other. And then we rock up and drive through the villages and towns and give the villagers something to look at. But in this case thanks to us, a few buses and a convoy of army trucks we managed to bring the town to a standstill!! We didn’t move for about half an hour or so I’d say but eventually the army convoy managed to squeeze by us and the bus in front of us and the town was free once again! So we puched on up the windy hill roads...and got about 5 minutes from the village, when there was a big clanking sound and Greg came to a fairly swift stop! We had a serious problem as the steering shaft (or something along those lines!!) had broken on the left side front wheel! So the overalls and tool boxes came out and the front wheel was off. After about an hour we realised we weren’t going anywhere fast so a few of us decided to walk back down to the village to get some cold drinks and some sort of food for everyone. When we got back up to the truck the problem still wasn’t fixed but we had a couple of local mechanic helpers who went off and made a couple of parts that we needed to fix the proble,. 3 hours and 15 minutes after we clunked we hit the road again! We were majorly behind in schedule at this stage so we had a lot of ground to catch up....which isn’t easy when the roads are as narrow as they are and one side is a sheer drop (the side I happened to be sitting on that day!!). All this wasn’t helped by the incessant beeping we endured. In Pakistan I became aware of the way people beep as they are driving by, not to be rude but just to say I’m here pulling past you. Its basically a safety thing as the roads are quite narrow. Well in India they do the same thing....but so much worse!! When a car gets stuck behind us on one of these roads they literally sit on the horn until they get by us! It is the most annoying thing in the world. At first we kinda just deal with it but after driving for a day it gets fairly freakin annoying. We had one guy on the drive that day, behind us for about 20 minutes and I swear, he did not take his hand off the horn. Myself and Rosie were ready to throw a banana skin out the window at the dude!! And when I thought about it I couldn’t figure out how the people who were actually IN the car would allow that driver to do that, if I was in that car I would have clunked the guy over the head and taken over the driving myself!!! I’ve decided that Greg has the patience of a saint not to lose his rag and slam on the breaks and give the gobshite who is driving up the arse of the truck a shock!! We drove on trying our best to block out the ridiculous honking and started to look out for a bush campsite. Because of the breakdown we were never going to make it to the scheduled bushcamp so it was time to improvise! We found a lovely little spot right beside a river just down a bit from the road...the only problem being it was already occupied by a crowd of gypsies....and that is not a figure of speech...I literally mean a crowd of gypsies. We had barely stopped the truck and the kids were up around it with their hands out...followed shortly by the men of the camp who were very interested in the truck and our wheels!! So after a quick rethink we decided to drive on. A few more km up the road and we found another suitable enough site. I was on cook group that night so couldn’t decide whether to sleep on the truck or in the tent. In the end I went with sleeping in the tent...which turned out to be a bad idea. Once we had dinner and clean up over and odne with everyone went to bed fairly sharpish after the long day. I had the flaps of my tent open to let some air in, as even though we were in the mountains it was still fairly humid. And in the middle of the night there was a slightly mad dash to get the flaps down as the heavens opened!! I hadn’t noticed the lightening starting as ever time a truck went by the road it lit the tent up anyway, but then I started hearing the thunder...and then the rain came. Again my little tent held up to the storm even with a wild wind whipping it about. Once the rain started it never let up....so when we got up at 6 the next morning to start preparing breakfast a very quick and undisputed decision was made to just pack up camp and get on the road ASAP and stop somewhere a little later for breakfast. We did stop a couple hours later in the courtyard of a petrol garage. We opened up the truck and got the gas stove out and all the utensils and breakfast stuff. We drew a crowd, as we tend to most of the time, and ended up staring in a film! I was really surprised to see that a few groups of lads seemed to walk around with their camcorders on them! I understand people having camera phones with them and being able to take pictures of us but having a full blown camcorder just seemed a bit bizarre to me! We got breakfast over as quickly as possible and headed off again.
That day I decided to sit up front for the day on the balcony to try lose some of my glaring whiteness!! Well I succeeded...but not quite in the way that I had planned! Everyone has a perception of India being a dirty place and it is in terms of rubbish on the streets and that kinda thing...but everywhere in the world had dirt in the air...so sitting out in the open for 8 hours driving on roads that go through towns and villages and roadworks at 80kmph you can imagine that you might end up a bit dusty. Add to that that the temperature is about 40 degrees and you can imagine that you’d end up in a sweaty, dirty mess...well YOU might not...but I most definitely did (and I have the pictures to prove it too!!). When it came time to get off the truck in Delhi a couple of the others commented that I had got a great colour after spending the day outside....I simply smiled and dragged my finger down my arm...leaving a nice clean streak and showing them that the colour I had was most definitely going to wash off once I got in the shower, a la sun shimmer style!! My clothes also suffered a bit that day. Luckily I was wearing my black shorts...but the nice WHITE and blue top I wore took a bit of a beating (and even after being washed a couple times since is still not so much white and blue as yellowy and blue!!).  Nothing too exciting happened that drive day, especially compared to the day before. There are two things I will tell you about though. Firstly we were driving along at a nice clip on a nice newly built road...and then we hit a traffic jam. The road wasn’t finished yet so we had to go through a tiny little village and contend with the roadworks too. But there seemed to be something else going on as for about half an hour we moved nowhere and the traffic was piling up behind us. Greg asked for a couple of volunteers to go investigate and as me and Joe were out on the balcony we hopped over the side and walked up through the traffic...getting a few odd looks along the way! But we found the source of the delay; in this tiny village there was a railway line going right through the main road theough the viallge...and the barriers had been down the whole time we were sitting in the traffic! It was a single line railway and one train had gone one way just as we pulled, hence the reason for the traffic when we arrived. And then there was a train the other way, but instead of opening the line again and letting some of the traffic through while waiting for the train to arrive they just kept the gate shut for well over half an hour!! As we were walking back to the truck the second train did arrive so we reported back to Greg and not long after that the gates lifted and we made it through the town. We had some fun while waiting though as there was a tractor with a trailer just in front of us and the trailer was jam packed with people. The were just as amused at us as we were at them! A rough count of the people...which was hard as they kept movjng around to get a better look at us...was about 45-50 people...mental!! the second noteable thing that happened that day was something that made all 21 of us on the truck some very happy campers!! we were driving along around abouts lunch time and the truck slowed down very quickly and indicated to turn, we all peered to the right to see why we were turning...and there it was. A shining beacon of good food and guaranteed to be clean toilets....yes indeed it was that worldwide symbol of happiness....the golden arches of MCDONALDS!!!! I have never seen us move so quickly off the truck as we did that day! I decided to babywipe the dirt off my face before heading into civilisation, and when I got into McDonalds some of the guys were already sitting down with their food! It was the quickest McDOnalds I have ever been in...and greatly appreciated by usI was so looking forward to it! And as they cant serve beef in India the menu was chicken or veggie...but the chicken is REAL chicken!! No chicken nugget crap like in Ireland, and really tasty chicken burgers and sandwiches too!! It was quite funny us all sitting down at one long table, as Greg commented it was like bringing the kids out for a treat on a family Sunday outing! Once we were all (very happily) fed we got back on the truck and bid farewell to McDonalds and once again hit the road for Delhi. Driving into Delhi sitting up the front was quite an experience. Looking at the “what the f***” looks on peoples faces was hilarious. I’ve come to realise that people don’t actually say anything to the people they are with when they see the truck. They seem to lack the words to describe what the are seeing so they do one of two things; 1) hold their arm up in the air, mouth open and just star. People seem to cop on fairly quick to look in the general direction the person is looking at and to see whatever it is for themselves...at which point they too just star open mouthed and their head just follows the truck as it moves!! The second thing is along the same lines except they manage to fir in slightly more movement as they start tugging on the sleeve of someone standing cloe to them with one hand and start waving wildly in our direction...probebly in fear that no one else will see the big orange truck and being as hard to describe as we are not be able to tell people exactly what they just saw fly past!! It was no different in Delhi, and with 4 of us sitting up at the front of the truck we added to the confusion further as we were a big orange truck, full of white people, with some of us sitting on top of the cab!! We did get a slight bit lost driving into Delhi, but it meant we got to see a bit of it...and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Its a pretty big city firstly with hundreds of people milling around the place and mental tuk tuk drivers all over the place! When we did find the street for the hotel we had to park up and haul off all our bags before a few minute walk to the hotel. And it took only amatter of seconds before we had a massive crowd around us, some just staring, some trying to offer us cheap tuk tuks, some selling stuff, and some just begginf. It took me only a few minutes to decide that I wasn’t sure I was going to like Delhi very much!! We got ourselves sorted as quickly as possible and marched en mass up the centre of the Main Bazaar!! Once we got rooms sorted I hopped straight into the shower to wash away the grim from the day...and I laughed out loud when I saw the amount of dirt that came off me!! Again just wait for the pictures and you’ll understand!!
Next morning (after sleeping it our slightly!!) a few of us headed for breakfast and decided to head to the zoo for the afternoon!! When we got there we gave the locals something other than animals to look at as we were the only white people there! Once we got into the zoo we were slightly worried at first, all the places where there were signs up for different animals were completely overgrown and we did not spot one animal that we were supposed to see...we kept on goping though and found some animals. At first it was just a million different types of deer in a load of different enclosures but then we found rhinos, hippos, elephants, A lion and A bear, giraffes and 2 white tigers. I felt uncomfortable at the bear enclosure as the poor thing had obviously gone a bit crazy. It was just walking around and around a bit boulder, so we didn’t stay there for very long. I quite enjoyed going to the zoo and doing something “normal” for a few hours! Everywhere we have been so far we have been trying to fit in all the sites and rushing around the place so it was nice to just stop for a few hours and to do something that I would do on occasion at home! However our trip to the zoo was slightly marred by one very odd occurrence! When we were queueing to get in a dude in a BRIGHT orange t-shirt started talking to me. So I engaged in a bit og conversation and agreed with him that, Yes it weas very hot and no I wasn’t used to it (as if my pasty white skin and sweaty brow couldn’t have told him that without him actually having to ask me for confirmation of the fact). Anyway i thought that was the end of it and in we went to see what Delhi Zoo had to offer...and the first thing I copped was the orange shirt (well actually the first thing we all copped was the rather amusing rubbish bins which were animals hugging the bin, to in our eyes it looked more like the rabbit was humping the bin!!). Anyway after that giggle THEN I noticed the orange shirted dude...and figured he was just waiting for his friends to come through the gate (and he did have friends cause they were all behind us in the queue for the tickets!!). so we walked...and he walked...we stopped....and he stopped. And so this continued for TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!! The WHOLE time we were in the zoo, this dude was about 5 feet from us. At first we were really freaked out by it...I mean who goes to the Zoo and follows four people around...in an orange shirt...hardly a suitable colour to stalk people in!! We tried once or twice to lose him, stopping at a drinks stand, waiting for him to order and then us tottering off at a quick pace, but he abandoned his drink and came after us. On another occasion he stopped at a water fountain so we let him take his drink, and then walked off around some trees in the opposite direction...but he literally RAN after us!! At this stage we kinda clicked that we were not going to get rid of this dude....so it became more a case of seeing him as a little puppy that wouldn’t stop following us. He did get a bit of conversation out of us once we gave up trying to lose him, and all he kept saying was how happy and glad he was to meet us and that it was such a priveledge. And once we talked to him he then said was it ok for him to stay with us and did we mind...perfect opportunity to say well actually dude....but we didn’t and though we didn’t exactly encourage him we gave him a reluctant nod, and so he went back to following us a few steps behind! When we were leaving he asked to shake all our hands, thanked us again and said again how pleased he was to meet us...and off he toddled on his merry little way leaving us all slightly gobsmacked!! I realise that this story may make us sound slightly rude, but let me remind you from the moment we got into the zoo until the moment we left this dude was just there!! Every now and then I would look to the left or right to see if he got bored and wasn’t able to see him and I’d think “Oh, hes gone” and I’d turn around and he would be standing right behind me!!! As I said it was slightly creepy and a very weird experience!
Once we were finished in the Zoo we then headed to Humayun’s Tomb. This tomb was in a lovely park and was actually quite impressive. It was built in the 16th century and is in perfect condition. The only thing that was slightly irksome was the mark up for foreigners. In India most places have an entrance price for Indians and one for Foreigners. In this case the Indian price was 10 Rupees and the foreigner proce was 250 Rupees. Now I understand in the grand scheme of things this is only about €3 but then the Indians pay about 15cent in comparison!! The whole situation just makes me wonder how people would react if we started craic like that back home. Can you imagine having an Irish price and a foreigner price for different things back home! There would be bloody uproar!! Anyway while we were at the tomb a really nice thing happened. A few people asked to take pictures of us and me and Joe even ended up in a picture with a family of 6 or 7...the Dad even asked if we would take a family picture with them!! But as we were walking around the gardens a little boy came up to me with his 2 brothers and mum and handed me a flower he had picked. It was so nice and I was totally taken aback! It was the first time I was approached by and Indian and they didn’t want a picture or for me to buy something, he just handed it to me smiled and walked away with his family with the biggest smile on his face...and leaving me with the biggest smile on mine! Our little group then headed off to see the Bahai House of Worship, therwise known as the Lotus Temple, and it is the perfect nickname for it, as it looks just like a flowering lotus flower (just like the paper lotus’s we made in Korea family!!). it was completed in 1986 and is in the middle of a big perfectly manicured garden. Even thought the Temple is of the Bahai philosophy, people of all faiths are welcome to come and pray and meditet as the BAhai philosophy teaches universal peace and elimination of prejudice. The Tmeple was closed the day we went but we were happy to just go and take a picture of it as it was truly impressive...and also brought back some memories of Korea for me.
Next day it was up to do the tourist thing and head to the Red Fort. The Fort itself is massive and is still in fairly good nick. Building on the Fort began in 1638 and it was completed 10 years later. It is built from red sandstone and the Fort walls are 2kms long in total with the wall reaching 33m high on the city side. There is also a 10m deep moat surrounding the Fort but it has been dry since 1857. Walking through the gate the first thing you get to is the Chatta Chowk, or covered Bazaar. It was here that people came to sell their wares to the royalty of the city. Items such as silk, jewels and gold were available....today though it is full of little knickknack shops selling souvenirs from mirrored elephant keyrings to saris, jewellery and bags. The fort, like all the rest of them, has a Hall of Public Audience, a Hall of Private Audience, Royal Baths and a Mosque. At this stage it was about 1o’clock in the afternoon and after drinking whatever water we had all brought us we discovered that there was nowhere within the Fort to buy a drink. There was water from taps available but we have all heard the stories about the water so we steer clear of anything that doesn’t come out of a sealed bottle!! As time ticked by we all began to lose interest and decided to speed up (as much as we could considering we were all hot and thirsty at this stage) and get ourselves out of there. When we got outside the gates we saw a guy selling cold drinks and pounced on him! We had planned to go to the Jama Masjid after the Fort which is the main Mosque in Delhi, and the largest in India, however we had all pretty much lost the will to sight see at this stage and all we wanted to do was get out of the heat....so we hopped in tuk tuks and arranged to meet in a bar called Picadelhi for some food and drinks. Unfortunately the bar was closed down and our group got slightly broken up as we had all gotten dropped to different places, so we all just went to the nearest bar to each of us and then headed back to the hotel to get ready for a night out! We headed to a bar called Blues after getting some food and ordered cocktails, my choice being a Hoochie Coochie Man!! As we were all sitting there chatting away an Indian guy came up to Dee and asked if she would dance with him as his friends had dared him to ask her and if she said no he would have to buy them all a drink! So up she hopped and he spun her around the dance floor! It was great craic for us to watch and the rest of the bar got a bit of amusement out of it too!! Some of the guys decided to head home then as they had been on a bit of a pub crawl earlier in the day. So when me, Rosie, Greg and Joe went outside to head to the next bar (Q Bar!!) we got quite a shock when we walked out and it was spilling down rain with a whole lot of thunder and lightning going on!! We half contemplated just going back into Blues but decided to go to Q Bar anyway...so off we all dashed in the rain to find a bar that we only had a rough idea of where it was!! My god was it hilarious!! We were in Connaught Place which is circle in the centre of Delhi with 7 streets coming off it, split into blocks. It’s slightly confusing to navigate but it is covered in parts so for some of our adventure we were out of the worst of the rain. The only problem was that the wind was blowing the rain water in under the covered parts sp the ground was soaking wet...and being built of marble was slightly slippy. However Greg had a ridiculous amount of trouble trying to negotiate it!! His flip flops had absolutely no grip whatsoever so it was like a comical cartoon of someone of an ice rink for the first time where their legs just keep going from under them!! Rosie tried to help him a couple times but after nearly getting pulled down with him she left him to his own devices!! When it got to the point that we had to cross a road we had to leave the shelter of the covers...and ended up pegging it through puddles up to our ankles....and a reminder that I am in India so puddles of water are not necessarily just puddles or rain water!! All I can say is it was a good thing we had a couple drinks on us at that stage cause we just found everything hilarious rather than disgusting!! We eventually arrived at Q Bar...only to find that it was a rather sophisticated venue...and in walked 4 beraggled, rain drenched people! Nevertheless we sat down and had a rather nice cocktail before deciding at that stage we had all had enough!! When we went back outside thankfully the rain had stopped and there was tuk tuks outside so it was a quick trip home to bed!!
Next day we all took it very easy again...and once again abandoned the touristy things and did something normal...went to the cinema!! We went to see the Hangover 2 and X-Men. I have to say out of the 2 I preferred X-Men! The Hangover was good but was never going to live up to the first one!! So that pretty much sums up our last day in Delhi!! As you can probably tell from what I did...or rather didn’t do in Delhi, I wasn’t particularly taken with the city. It was exactly as imagined it was going to be; big, dusty, dirty and loud! With all the hustle and bustle and the constant nagging from tuk tuk drivers and kids begging it was impossible to get a moments peace. We would be walking up the Main Bazaar to the hotel and have a rickshaw or tuk tuk following us saying they would bring us wherever we wanted for a particular price, and no matter how many times we said we were going to our hotel which was just up the road they would pretty much follow us the whole way until we did actually turn into our hotel!! Don’t get me wrong, we did get a couple of really nice drivers who were great to talk to and that but for the most part they were just a nuisance!! Then there is the little kids who beg and just walk along beside us forever saying “money, money, money” and pointing to our bags and pockets!! And then of course there is the people trying to get you into their shops or the occasional drug pusher who would come up and offer every drug under the sun...though they only seemed to approach the guys thankfully! I was quite glad to see the back of Delhi if I am totally honest...will I go back? I had initially said no but I think that maybe at some stage I would give it a second go, purely because I didn’t do much of the touristy stuff and I think the ridiculous heat and humidity had a lot to do with how I reacted to the city! But that is Delhi summed up in a nutshell!!
So that’s my India adventure so far....still a week and a half to come sometime soon J

Monday, 6 June 2011

Pakistan

So I uploaded my last blog cutting out the last couple of days of Iran thinking that nothing too exciting would happen! I was a little wrong! Firstly on the day we left Yazd I rode up front in the cab with Greg for the first time, which was great fun. He gave me lotsa little lessons about the truck and how it works and that. It was also nice to have the open road in front of us and as we were going through the desert that’s literally all it was...nothingness for miles and miles! We bopped away to a very eclectic mix of music including Michael Jackson, Kings of Lean, Don’t Stop Believing, Roxanne, Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow (slightly ironic while desert driving) and a bit of club music among lots of others! Probably the most exciting thing that happened on the drive day was the sand storm we went through. We had been noticing little mini twisters all day but then we saw a big haze ahead of us. And as we got closer we realised it was a sand storm. It was pretty cool, kinda like driving in fog but we could actually see the waves of sand drifting across the road.
We arrived at our campsite just outside the city of Bam at about 5 that evening after being on the road since 8 in the morning. We got the tents up and made a start on dinner. We were just finished up with dinner and sorting out all the lockers in the truck when the wind started to pick up a little...and then the sand came. The stupid storm had followed us and while it was enjoyable from the comfort of the truck, being out in it was less enjoyable! Firstly the sand in my eyes was ridiculous...and you’d think the headscarf would have come in handy for once and kept the dust outta my hair...but instead it was just as much of a nuisance as always and kept blowing off!! Then we noticed that all our tents were getting a battering and as we stood there wondering what the hell we were supposed to do I saw one of the tents take flight across the car park! I let a yell and me and Little Kev went running after it. Rachel’s tent was next to go for a little trip but if didn’t get very far, the pegs just popped out and then Greg’s tent looked like it was about to pop too. There were mad dashes from one tent to another with extra pegs and a mallet to put the extra guy ropes in...something most of us had stopped doing after the first week or two cause there was no need for them! I was very happy to see that my little tent stood up to the storm...even if everything in it did get covered in sand...after I had just swept it out and everything! None of us slept great that night purely because of the heat! It was so, so warm and in the tents it was even more uncomfortable!
When we got up the next morning we were driving through the gates of the compound we had camped in when the security guards pulled us over and told us to wait for our escort. The route we were taking to the Pakistan border is the Opium Trail that drug smugglers use and because of that we were getting a guard the whole way to Zahedan, our destination that day. We were waiting around for awhile for the police to arrive so got chatting to the security guards and they asked to take a picture with us. So we hopped off the bus and gathered in. It was weird, one of the guards stood beside me and put his arm around me! Something I was not expecting to happen considering how much we had been warned about male and female contact! He also told Rachel she could put her hand on his shoulder for the picture if she wanted to! After a few pictures were taken the guard that was on a motorbike let us sit on the bike and I also got to wear one of the guy’s hats too!! Was a very random start to the day! Eventually the escort arrived and we hit the road...only for the escort to leave us about 10 minutes later...which was kinda frustrating after we waited so long! We then had to pull over for petrol which was where we drew more attention from the police and Hamid had to give them all our details and we were told once again we were getting an escort. We learned at this stage that the night before there had been a lot of activity from drug smugglers and that was why the police were being so cautious. About 30-40 heavily armed vehicles (including air craft assault rifles on the roofs of the cars) had used the cover of the sandstorm to smuggle drugs through. The army opened fire and managed to stop only the last vehicle in the convoy...and on this vehicle alone they were carrying 160 kilos of drugs! Our escort lead us about 50 km and then pulled over to swap with police at the next station...and this time they got on the truck. So we had 2 Iranian army dudes sitting up the front seats of the truck with their rifles in their hands! We swapped guards again after awhile for some more truck companions. At the next stop there was a very odd occurrence! Keep in mind that we were in the middle of the desert with nothing for miles around...and then take in the fact that the heavens opened with the biggest hailstones I have ever seen!! It was so weird, one minute it was bone dry and the next everything was soaking and there was a river running down the middle of the road!! The desert is a strange place!! The escort from this stop was a vehicle again...with 2 guys riding in the front of a pickup and three more in the back with the rifles on their laps! In all we had 7 different escorts that day, swapping between cars and guys on the truck with us.
When we eventually arrived in Zahedan we got escorted through the town to a hotel where we were supposed to park up and camp for the night....when we got there though Rachel was told that they wanted $150 for us to park the truck in the car park...and for us all to sleep on the truck! So that changed plans slightly and we instead got brought to a police compound to camp...which was quite an experience. We ended up parking right outside the compound as it would have been a tight squeeze for the truck to fit through the gate! We gathered quite the crowd with a gang of kids gathering very quickly! A few of the group pitched their tents and some of us opted to sleep on the truck....I was in the latter group! Dinner that night was sandwiches as none of us were too bothered trying to get the kitchen set up with such a crowd around, plus just as we arrived in Zahedan it started spilling rain and cooking in the rain is never fun!!! It was an interesting evening with the army standing guards the whole night to make sure we were safe.
One thing I forgot to mention about Iran was Iran Tan. You’ve all heard of farmers tan and everyone gets the piss taken out of them for having one...well Iran Tan is even worse!! It’s where your hands, feet and face get a nice colour and the rest of you remains as pasty white as ever! I already had an issue with my hands as, as we were going through Europe the sun was out but it was still quite chilly so we all had our fleeces on. Which resulted in me getting tanned hands and from the wrist up I am white (looks like my hands are always dirty!!). Well being in Iran made it even worse and now my feet also have flip flop tan lines on them!! Quite the tan disaster...and it’s not sun shimmer so I can’t even just wash it off and start again!!!
Another thing that I read about Iran that amused me was how they smuggle drugs sometimes...they use camels!! The camels are literally trained to walk between two points, kind of like homing pigeons, and rewarded for going to the right place by food. Once the camels learn that they will be rewarded when they get to the destination, drugs are then surgically inserted into the camels humps and they are sent off on their walk. The Iranian government invests US$400 million every year in the war against drugs and even with 30,000 soldiers on the Afghan border, electric fences and desert pits still 85% of the drugs smuggled to Europe pass through Iran from Afghanistan and Pakistan. Over 30 years 3,300 soldiers have been killed in battles with heavily armed smugglers.
Anyway onto Pakistan!!
Next morning we were up early to head to the Pakistan border. Again we got escorted and when we got to the border we were ushered through the queues of trucks to the top! Last year the truck spent 4 hours getting through its stuff at the border so Rachel had been warning us of a long day of waiting around....we were just getting ourselves ready for the long wait...when the truck pulled off again after about 5 or 10 minutes! Much less hassle compared to last year for Greg and Rachel! It was then time for us people to go through our border stuff and again we all got ushered through the crowds of people waiting to leave Iran. The locals didn’t look particularly pleased at this group of white people being ushered past them all. Once we had been stamped out we got back on the truck and drove to the Pakistan side of the border. Again we were allowed skip the queues and get ourselves processed as quickly as possible. It was then time to bargain with the money changers and get rid of our Iranian Rials and get ourselves some Pakistani Rupees. Our first pee in Pakistan (and our second too in fact) was in a Pakistani prison! Right at the border in Taftan we were waiting for our escort and asked could we use the loo....we actually walked by cells with people in them which was very, very odd! When our escort did arrive it was one dude....one very old dude! He was with us for a good while til we got back to his town. It was actually pretty cool as we got to drive through a typical Pakistani country village. It was all mud houses and little kids running around in their traditional dress. Throughout the day we had a few escort changes, mostly one guy sitting on the truck with us. Our destination that night was Dalbandan to a hotel thankfully, as it had been one sweltering hot day on the truck for all of us so we knew a shower was at the end of the journey! When we arrived in Dalbandan we were looking around for the hotel when all of a sudden it just lit up right across the road from us! It was almost like they were looking out for us and knew how much we needed a shower so wanted to reveal themselves to us in a dramatic “Alleluia” moment!!! We got rooms sorted and I headed straight to the shower....a nice COLD shower! Then it was time to get some food, which was a lovely chicken dish in a spicy sauce...though truth be told, I probably would have eaten anything at that stage! Then it was time to go back to the sauna that was our room! I was sharing a room with Joe, Derek and Graham...there was no windows in the room and just an old fashioned fan in the centre of the room. Needless to say I did not sleep so well! It was absolutely stifling and I even got up in the middle of the night to have a cold shower...stood there for about 15 minutes...and as soon as I turned off the water the heat just enveloped me again! I dozed off a couple of times and managed to get a few hours in a row from about 4am! When we got up in the morning I had just gone into the bathroom for a shower...when the electricity went...so the shower wasn’t working and the fan turned itself off! The four of us were lying there in absolute stifling heat when a few of the others walked by....after pouncing on them we discovered that all the showers in their rooms were working!! So the four of us headed in 4 different directions for yet another cold shower! Then it was time to get back on the truck to head to Quetta.
There was a slight difference in the escort on our second day as instead of just one old dude sitting amongst us we now had a pickup truck either in front of, or behind us with anything from 3 to 5 guys in it! We stopped off in Nushki, a little village for lunch which was quite an experience. In the hotel in Dalbandan the staff (all men) dealt with the women on the trip (albeit with slightly less enthusiasm and speed than with the guys!!). In Nushki it was a totally different story! I went into one of the little shack huts to buy a cold drink and the guy didn’t even move off his chair to deal with me until one of the lads walked up beside me!! Another experience of Nushki was the armed guard when we went to pee! Our police dude walked with us while we went up over a dirt hill to do our business! Quite funny to walk back with a guy with a rifle over his shoulder walking behind us all!! When we got to just outside of Quetta we had to wait for our city escort which they told us would take about 15 minutes...an hour or so later we were still sitting there!! The guards at the security post were on the truck with us and taking pictures. Some of them try to be subtle about it, others just stick the phone in your face and then there is one or two who will ask can they take a picture! Eventually anyway the escort arrived and in we went to Quetta. It was interesting coming into the city at night and seeing life going on around us. The escort kept us moving though and we got to our hotel...only for the guards not to be satisfied as the truck would have to be parked on the street and they didn’t want that. So we had to move on to another hotel...which is where the fun started. The hotel they were bringing us to was a little outside the city centre...and just after a major road block. We got so far through the road block only to discover the truck wouldn’t fit through the space between the hut and the gate that was beside it! At this stage cars were piling up behind us, so the guards had to move all the road block to let the cars move by us so that we could reverse down a one way street and drive up the other side! This took a bit of time as the cars weren’t very accommodating and when we managed to clear the cars that were in the way any new cars that came, instead of waiting to let us pull out, would scoot in past us!! Eventually we got there though and got into the hotel. At this stage it was coming up to 11 o’clock so I forfeited food and just went straight to bed!!
The roads on our second day were also quite interesting! We could see road works along the way...consisting mostly of old men or young boys doing hard manual labour, did see 3 rollers along the few 100k we did though so at least it’s not all manual labour! There were quite a few craters in the road along the way and we had a few bumps in the back.... with Donald’s head nearly going through the roof at one stage and the floorboards bouncing up! The best thing though about the Pakistan roads is the trucks! They are beautiful! As the drivers spend so much of their time travelling long haul they take as much pride in their trucks as their own home and they are just magnificent. They are painted in bright colours with loads of different designs and pictures and they put chains on them so the jingle as they drive and there is mirrors all over them. They also put flashing lights on them so they light up like disco balls at night! They are just spectacular and we all jump at our cameras when we see one coming...so expect quite a few pictures of them! It’s also interesting to see how much they load up the trucks! They pile things as high and wide as they can...and it’s not unusual to see one of two guys sitting on top of the load, in some cases they much be at least 16 or 17 foot high!!

Next morning we were on the road to head to Sukkur (yes, actually pronounced sucker!!). The temperature was unreal that day, hitting 52 degrees at one stage. You can imagine being stuck on a truck in that heat. We would open the window for some air only to feel like there was someone blowing a hairdryer in our faces! And it was impossibly sticky! No matter what I touched off I would start sweating...bend my elbow, elbow would leak...my feet just lying there on the ground doing nothing got a glisten on them after awhile...and you know that feeling where you stand up and think, Crap, did I just sit in a wet patch....well it took a couple of times for me to cop on after getting this sensation that I WAS the bloody wet patch!!! Considering it was a fairly long drive day I didn’t even notice the time going by as I was concentrating so much on NOT moving and trying to get myself as comfortable and cool as possible! We did stop in a lovely spot for lunch though. We were mountain driving that day and it was all rocks and cliffs that we were going past. We spotted a little river at one stage and Greg pulled over and we started making up a fruit salad...something that was totally welcome and helped cool us down a little in the heat! As we got closer to Sukkur the sun started to set and it was absolutely gorgeous. I just sat at the window watching it for ages. I’ve never seen a sunset like it! It was the first time I was actually able to look directly at the sun without it hurting my eyes, it was a perfect circle and such a rich gold just suspended in midair, absolutely amazing. Once we got to the hotel we got some lovely dinner...and god do they give big portions in Pakistan! I got chicken Biryani and it came out in a huge portion...but after skipping dinner the night before I had absolutely no problem in eating the whole thing!! Then it was bed time again after another day!
Sukkur to Bahawalpur was our next journey. That day we entered the Punjab region which meant our escort changed from normal police and army to the Punjabi Elite Force...otherwise known as No Fear!! Yes they actually have that printed on the back of their t-shirts!! And they meant business!! When we first swapped to them they asked Greg 3 questions; 1) Did we need lunch (no), 2) Did we need fuel (no), 3) What is your maximum speed (90k)!!! And with that they hopped in their truck and put their foot down!! They took no shit off anyone on the road! Our other escorts were great but these guys could get people to move in double time...and if the cars or trucks didn’t move out of the way quick enough, when they eventually did pull over or move out of the way the Elite Force would slow down and stare in at the driver giving him the biggest don’t f*** with us look ever!! That’s one thing that has been quite amusing on the Pakistani roads. You know the way at home if you hear a siren you start looking from which direction it is coming from and pull over or out of the way. Over here they are in no rush to get out of the way! They will continue to pull out in front of a sirening vehicle to try get past the car or truck in front of them! They don’t hurry up, especially the trucks; they just keep going at their merry little pace!! It’s actually quite funny and totally different to home! No one moves out of the way for anyone, especially the auto rickshaw drivers! They reckon cause they are small they don’t have to move or hurry up, they can just scoot along and keep up and everyone else should move for them!! We didn’t even notice the escort change overs with the No Fear guys, they did rolling takeovers so we never had to stop, we just kept moving constantly. We got to the hotel in Bahawalpur and again got a huge feed...after waiting nearly 2 hours for it!! We were all pretty famished by the time the food did actually come out at ten to ten!! So we ate and then slept...our usual routine for the week!!
Next morning it was time to go to Lahore. Again we had the No Fear guys escorting us and it was plain sailing all the way thankfully. There was a slight difference in the weather compared to the previous couple of days, it was quite hazy with dust and not quite so hot but very humid. We got a couple of specs of rain throughout the day and as we drove closer to Lahore the haze started to lift for a bit. But it was nice to be able to sit on the truck and not feel like I was in an oven for the day! We could tell the difference in the temperature straight away as we didn’t go through half as much water as we had the previous few days! It was also on the way to Lahore that I had my first balcony drive experience! We have a little balcony out the front on the truck and when we are on quietish roads if we want we can sit out there while we are driving...it was so much fun!! Because we were on our way into a city there was quite a lot of traffic around and they were puzzled when they saw the truck being escorted in and the fact they were all being all hooshed out of the way...and then they looked slightly bemused to see myself, Rhona and Sally sitting up at the front! I’ve never felt like royalty before but I can imagine that’s what it feels like with everyone waving and having to wave back!! The drive into the city was great; it was nice to see a city rather than just the little rural villages we had been going through. They had big fancy office blocks and rush hour traffic like you wouldn’t believe!! We got escorted right to the hotel...and had to negotiate doing a U turn in the middle of a massive junction that didn’t go down too well with the locals as we were getting in their way with our police escort stopping all the traffic! Once we were set up in the hotel it was then time for dinner...and again we got a massive feed. And we didn’t have to wait half as long as the previous day...and we ate it at a normal dinner time hour!! It was then time to get the laptop out and I got on Skype and managed to make a few surprise phone calls!
Next morning we all got up early enough to get some breakfast and discuss what to do for the day...the only problem was that half of the group had come down with a stomach bug and couldn’t move too far from the hotel. Luckily enough I was ok so didn’t have to suffer, and there was a few others that were feeling fine too. Some felt well enough to go out and explore the city and then there were the few poor bastards who couldn’t move out of the rooms as they needed a toilet within running distance. Those of us who felt up for it left the hotel at 10 to go find the Old City...we thought it would be a quick enough walk, half hour tops maybe...2 hours later we were still walking around in the hottest heat of the day! Eventually someone told us we were close but that it would be another 5k walk to get to the right entrance to the Old City...so we said screw that for a biscuit and hopped in a rickshaw! When we did get there it was totally worth it. Lahore Fort was gorgeous with lots of different parts of the palaces still standing and in pretty good shape. The Fort started being built in 1566 and had TWELVE massive gates! The Fort was built by the emperor at the time Jalaluddin Muhammad Akbar (how’s that for a name!!) but every succeeding emperor or ruling nation, including the British, added a pavilion, palace or gate of some sort to the Fort. There was a lot to see within the Fort including the Hall of Public Audience, the Hall of Private Audience,  sleeping chambers, royal kitchen, bathhouses, Ladies Courtyard, and by far the most impressive part, the Palace of Mirrors. Everything within the Fort was amazing and very well preserved but the Palace of Mirrors was immaculate. It was called this as the mosaic work was all done with tiny mirror tiles. So it looked as though it was made of silver but as I got closer I could see the reflection of everything. It was also from this palace that we got a lovely view of the Badshahi Mosque and the Independence Momument.
We also went to the Badshahi  Mosque, which was huge. It was built in 1674 in only 2 and a half years. It was the largest outdoor prayer area in the world. The 4 minarets in each corner are 54 metres high and 20 metres in circumference....so you can imagine that the place is pretty bloody massive!! It was pretty hot by the time we got to the Mosque and to go in we of course, had to take our shoes off. Luckily the clever Pakistani people had a carpet running around the edge of the prayer area so people could walk to the Mosque without burning the feet off themselves...but us tourists had to be awkward and wanted a picture in the idle of the courtyard standing in front of the Mosque....cue a quick dash and pose followed by a full pelt run back to the carpet!! Check out the picture I’m talking about and you will actually see that I’m hopping on the ground!!! The Mosque was beautiful though and the mosaic work on the inside was gorgeous though far less colourful than the other mosques we had visited. Usually they use blue, green or yellow tiles, whereas this one used white and silver which gave it a very simple but elegant feel.
By far the most amusing thing that day was how many pictures we were in! Our little group of 7 was quite the oddity and we had people coming up to us left right and centre asking to take our picture. Again some of them didn’t ask and subtly, or not so subtly, took pictures on camera phones, but a few came right over and asked...and once one did they all did!! I was standing at the stairs up to the Mosque waiting for the other guys when an old man came over and started talking to me...next thing I knew there was about 15 or 20 people standing around us looking at me! A group of school boys came up and called me Ma’am at another point in the day and asked to take my picture...and when we saw them again awhile later they asked again except this time they wanted to be in the picture with me! One other guy got a picture with me and when it was done he shook my hand to say thanks...except he didn’t let my hand go and got his friend to take a picture of us shaking hands too!! Another time in the Palace I was sitting at a pavilion in the shade waiting for the others to finish taking their pictures. There was no one around me when I sat down. Then there were a couple of people milling around and then the rest of my group arrived. We all sat for a minute or two in the shade talking and then looked up and saw the crowd we had drawn. They were circling us with cameras and sitting at the edge of our group getting their friends to take pictures of them sitting beside us!! It was quite amusing but got a bit creepy after awhile! I was kinda surprised that this was happening in Lahore. It didn’t surprise me in all the villages and small towns we went through but in my head I figured city people would probably be used to foreigners...but I was majorly wrong! We are just as much a rareity in the big cities as we are in the tiny rural villages!! The other really weird picture moment came when one of the guys who worked in the hotel knocked on the bedroom door with his camera phone in his hand and asked could he take a picture! Not exactly professionalism at its best!!
When we were finished our little tourist thing we headed for lunch and then back to the hotel to chill out for the rest of the evening. The following morning myself, Rhona, Derek and Graham decided to make the most of the few hours we had and decided to head to the Bazaar. We got in an autorickshaw and got him to bring us to the Bazaar we wanted to see...only to get there and the dude looked at us and said here it is...but its closed until 10!! I asked him why he didn’t tell us that before we got in the tuk tuk...and got a big smile in return...cheeky bastard!! We decided to make the best of a bad situation though and walked around for awhile. It was a bit of an experience. It wasn’t like the other bazaars we were used to as it was made up of streets more so than indoor alleys. We saw a pile of chicken feet abandoned in a gutter...a goat in a doorway...and a lot of men in their shops making something that we never quite managed to work out what it was! They were basically holding what looked like an old sock filled to the brim with something that they were sweating off, then gathering whatever was oozing out of it and making flat little, brown, sticky things!! We headed back to the hotel then and got ready to once again head for another border!
Once again me, Rhona, Sally and Graham sat up the fron taking everything in and enjoying the breeze. We were close to the border when we had our only scare in Pakistan! Everyone knows that Pakistan can be a dangerous place and there are risks involved in going there...we had a very smooth ride the whole way through, with no problems of any kind. Our hearts did go a little when this incident occurred. We were driving along and the next thing there was a massive bang and a flash of light! We were still sitting up front at this stage and I immediately started to try to figure out what I was supposed to do! See I had seen exactly what had happened but the others had just heard that bang! A truck had been driving in front of us and it was pretty tall. It clipped an electrical cable and pulled it clean out of the transformer box. The box blew up, the cable did too so all I saw was the cable flash and then smoke, followed by the bang...and then it slowly started to drift down towards our truck! In my head I was thinking...electric cable coming straight for me...can’t go up can’t go down what do I do!! Luckily the cable dropped enough and it ran along the windscreen...though I don’t think Greg and Rachel enjoyed the experience too much as it was still sparking...and it left a scorch mark across the windscreen! So that was our excitement on our last day in Pakistan! We got to the border then with little other drama. We all had to pile off the truck at the border...we managed to convince the border security not to make us take ALL the bags off the truck for a check so they randomly selected 3 bags of the whole truck...one of which of course had to be mine!! Then it was back on the truck to drive a few yards to India...but that’s a story for next time!!
Observations about Pakistan...their roads are freakin mental!! It is a free for all and when it’s in a city it’s a whole different story! It’s not just cars, there’s trucks, buses, mini buses, auto rickshaws, motor bikes, donkey and carts, horse and carts, pedestrians!! I’d like to say it was a survival of the biggest or loudest like Iran but being in a big orange truck with a police escort didn’t mean that we always won! It’s basically a survival of the ballsiest...usually the rickshaw drivers! On the day we were in Lahore we got a rickshaw from the old city to KFC for lunch (yes we went to a western restaurant...we just needed normal food...especially with all the sick stomachs!! And it was a deaf KFC too so all the staff were speaking sign language which was kinda cool!!). Anyway there was 4 of us in one rickshaw and 3 in the other. Me and Bui were sitting in the back of one which meant we were sitting backwards looking out at the traffic behind us. The dude was MENTAL!!! I reckon he should have had his tuk tuk set up so that when he turned on the engine his horn automatically started cause the dude did not stop pressing on it!! We were weaving in between horses and carts and motorbikes and trucks and police jeeps!! He didn’t even stop for them or move out of their way, the way he saw it he had people to get somewhere and he was going to do it in the quickest time possible. We also provided some amusement for the locals as me and Bui had a few shocked looks on our face every now and then when we realised how close some of the other traffic was. The 2 drivers also stuck together so we got some pretty cool pictures of each other in the tuk tuks with a plethora of emotions on our faces!
Throughout the week we also saw amusing things across the country...such as carts being pulled by donkeys, then horses and mules (didn’t think I knew the difference between a donkey and mule but I did once I saw an actual mule!!). Then the carts were being pulled by big ass oxen (or water buffalo I’m not sure which!!) and the most unusual and amusing one was when we passed a cart being pulled by a camel!! We also saw herds of goats, horses, cattle, oxen (again could be buffalo!!) and camels being moved along the side of the road with their herders.
The food is really nice...it was nice not to have to choose between kebab, kebab and kebab for food!! The chicken Biryani is really nice. They also serve a lot of Chinese food which is nice, so we were able to get chicken fried rice and sweet and sour chicken, chowmein and a couple other things that people had been craving over the last couple weeks. The sizes they serve are massive though. It is definitely a culture of order your food and share it with everyone at the table! Like the Iranians they also have a big sweet tooth and love their bakeries and sweet shops...though we didn’t really get to try these out like we did in Iran cause we were on the truck so much!
They are also very friendly people and are completely mesmerised by foreigners and will just stand there staring at you. Most of them have English because of the history of the country so it’s good to be able to talk to them. And of course their favourite question is what do you think of the country. Which we inevitably answer that we love it and it is beautiful...and it’s not one word of a lie!
Just a word on the history of Pakistan, I didn’t realise this but it has only been an independent country since around 1940. Before that it was part of British India. Then they decided to make it independent but because of the mix of religions they basically drew a line down the territory and had one half with Muslims and the other half with Hindu. The only problem with this was that there was a Muslim population in the west and the east so India was in the middle of East Pakistan and West Pakistan. After a number of years they realised having one country split in the middle by another country, governed by different laws and rules and West Pakistan being ruled from far away wasn’t going to work. Which is why East Pakistan was then made an independent country, which is now Bangladesh!  This whole process was known as Partition and is something that Pakistanis are very proud of after becoming independent. There is still a lot of fighting in the Kashmir region as both India and Pakistan want to call it their own. I believe at the moment it is in India and is unlikely to change but it is a cause of unrest in the area. According to the Lonely Planet, people from Kashmir are so sick of the situation most of them would just prefer to come independent themselves to stop all the unrest.
And so that was Pakistan! Again a country that I will probably never be in again but definitely enjoyed the experience of it! Was great to see the country side and the different scenery such as the desert and then the contrasting mountains...but by far the most enlightening part of the trip was being in Lahore and getting to talk to locals....though I’m still not quite comfortable with the staring and picture taking!!

Ps...Dad this is just for you!! I was reading the Lonely Planet when I came across a phrase that I knew you would approve of and would justify a number of comments you have made in the past!! You know the way you love to use the word “festering” in relation to things that generally don’t fester in the terms that we think of the word in? Well when reading about Lahore they said “over the years Lahore has burgeoned into a bustling and increasingly polluted metropolis with festering undercurrents”. So there ya go...definitely something that made me think of you!! J xx

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Iran

After our messy night in Dogy we got up with slightly groggy heads to we hit the road for Iran. As we arrived at the border myself and the rest of the girls had to get all our get up on us for the first time...and it was weird! We had a couple of hours wait at the border while they processed us all through and we really pissed off the locals as there was a massive queue forming behind us! Also got a taste of how low women are regarded when men wouldn’t even move an inch to the side to let me past to go to the bathroom! Not an easy lifestyle for the women who live it all their lives...although I supposed they wouldn’t know any different! Once we finally got all the visas sorted we drove on to Tabriz....and got our first blow out on the way! Everyone was having a nice nap when there was a loud bang and a slam on the breaks! So out we all piled to sit at the edge of a dusty road while the wheel got changed...quite a welcome to Iran...and it was Friday the 13th too!! Was quite funny though to see us girls sitting there head to toe in black at the side of a deserty road!! When we arrived in Tabriz it was evening time and getting dark and it was an amazing way to experience our first glimpse of Iranian life! The Iranian’s are famous for their picnics and they were out in force when we arrived. They all have little tents to shelter in and they literally set them up anywhere they can...including the side of motorways and major junctions! The city was all lit up with colourful lights and people just seemed to be relaxing and enjoying life. As we were driving along we drove by a wedding procession. It’s weird, as we drove through different towns throughout the day the one thing that kept jumping out at all of us was the amount of wedding dress shops we kept seeing...and the dresses could easily have rivalled Big Fat Gypsy Wedding dresses!! So when we saw the wedding procession (which makes it sound grander than it was...literally the groom driving the car, bride beside him, some flowers on the boot and the bonnet and another car driving near to it with some crazy ass dude hanging out of the car with a video camera on his shoulder!!!) we were surprised (even thought we shouldn’t have been!!) to see the bride all covered up in an elaborate white cloak! I’m not sure why I was so surprised by this, I mean the women just aren’t allowed to show skin but I guess I thought on their wedding day the rules were different! But apparently not. Ok she wasn’t head to toe in black, it was head to toe in white...and I’m sure she felt very dressed up and pretty in her shiny, sequenced white cloak but it just seemed very odd to me! Apparently Iranian weddings last a few days and on the day of the actual ceremony once the service is done and the meal is finished, the men go off into one room and the women to another and this is when the bride gets to take off her cloak and show off her dress!! So this is what greeted us in Tabriz on our first day in Iran!
In Tabriz we were staying in a hotel....which meant beds! And the fact that we had a western loo in our room (something that usually gets us quite excited!!) got completely overshadowed by the fact that we had proper towels!!! No handy travel, quick drying towels.....proper out of the hot press warm towels!! It also turned out that Hamid (our Iranian chaperone) knew the owner of the hotel...so he gave us free water for our rooms (a lot of it!!) and told us he would send up fresh fruit. We then headed for some food (kebabs surprise bloody surprise!!!) then back to the hotel for a good nights sleep!
We had all been planning on having a lie in with no alarm clocks the next morning...only to be woken up by banging on our door just before 9am! As Joe was the only guy in our room and us girls were not appropriately dressed to open the door (shorts and t-shirts pyjamas minus a headscarf is not acceptable we imagined!!) we made him get up to open the door....only to find out that we were locked in our room!! Joe tried for ages and then I got up to have a go but gave in!! Rosie then got up and had a go but in the mean time the guy at the other side of the door had gone down to reception to get a spare key! So next thing we knew the door was open; Rosie was standing in the middle of the room in her pyjamas with an Iranian guy standing looking at her! She made a mad dash across the room (ala Phoebe in Friends...arms flailing everywhere) to hop under the covers while me and Dee had already ducked under and were in fits of giggles!! Once we calmed down we discovered that along with the free water and fruit the hotel also gave us free breakfast and it was the guy delivering it to our room!! So we had a great giggle at the beginning of our first proper day in Iran....the giggles renewed once we saw that with the bread and tea for breakfast we had also been supplied with butter, cheese and CARROT jam!! This sounded totally bizarre to us but I have actually become quite a fan of it!! It’s lovely on a slice of bread in the morning!
In Tabriz we headed first for the Bazaar so that myself and the girls could buy a tunic and lighter headscarf so that we didn’t look quite so depressed in our black get up! We then headed to check out the Blue Mosque (yes every city does seem to have one!!) before going back to the hotel for a lie down! Walking around Tabriz was quite odd! We got stared at so much being Westerners but the weirdest thing to deal with was how women were completely ignored! Locals were quite happy to stop the lads on the street and talk to them and ask where they were from and while this was happening me and the girls would be standing at the edge of our group having a chat amongst ourselves being completely ignored!! Even the women seemed to be looking down on us and giving us dirty looks like we were shit on their shoe...and saying we were shit on the womens’ shoes while they are shit on the mens’ shoes made us seem pretty worthless in the eyes of the Iranians!!We did get ONE smile off a girl and my, Rosie and Dee got quite excited about that because this girl positively beamed at us and made eye contact with us!!
Next day we headed off to Babek Fort. This part of the blog is for everyone but aimed a lot at Triona cause I both blame her and love her for it!! Triona has been sending me documents with information about the different countries and cities that I am going to, to give me an idea of what there is to do and what to expect. In the Iran document along the top of the Babek Castle information she said that it looked absolutely amazing....so I knew I had to do it!! When we arrived at the starting point for the walk it was cloudy and cold and I was dressed like a right eejit in a long berka type thing...not exactly hiking gear!! The Lonely Planet had said the walk was a strenuous 2.5 hours...but Andrew said that that was in “fat old people” terms! So we said sure we’d give it a go and after Triona saying it looked amazing I knew I had to go and have a look cause when else would I ever get the chance! So the walk started with steps up the side of the mountain...for about half an hour!! At which point the view was coming and going as the clouds moved over the mountain! When we got to the top of the steps we then had to follow a trail around the side of the mountain...slightly less taxing but seemed to go on forever. And then when we got to the end of the trail....we had a nice rocky hill to climb up!! At this point we were all fairly exhausted and hot....not helped by our ridiculous attire!! The clouds over the mountain was really thick at this stage at it was impossible to see in front or behind us! It was a case of looking for a silhouette in the mist and following them! After about 2 and a half hours we got to the top....or what we thought was the top...damn false summits!!! The “guide” we had managed to get ourselves...the local guy who ran the kebab shop we ate lunch in (affectionately nicknamed Goat Boy by us!!)...told us we had another little bit to go....so we walked on!! When we got through the rocks we saw where we had to go...even more uphill....so we trudged on...and in the end it was TOTALLY worth it! We had climbed so high that we were up past the clouds that had hindered us so much on the way up! The sun was shining and the sky was blue and the castle was at the very, very top of the mountain, perched right at the summit. We climbed on up the steps leading to the castle and walked around exploring it. We stayed up there for probably about an hour, taking pictures and taking in the views. It literally felt like we were on top of the world and was totally amazing to see. Was a good place to listen to some music and think of home, so you were all up there with me! When we were finished taking it all in we headed back down to where Goat Boy was waiting for us...only to discover we were going back down the mountain a different way to how we came up! It was a nice steep decent down a gully first, followed by a trek along a stream trying to pick out tracks! We came across some beautiful waterfalls and it was lovely to walk through the forest and valley but again we weren’t really dressed properly! (I should mention at this point that Hamid, who had come with us, told me he was the President of the mountain that day and I could take off the headscarf if I wanted to! I don’t think I’ve ever removed something so quickly in my life before! I whipped it off and shouted “liberation” at the top of the mountain...much to Hamid’s amusement!! Even though I was still in the berka, losing the headscarf made it seem like less hassle!). After the headscarf came off I felt slightly more relaxed and ended up with the berka tied around my waist, along with my coat and the first couple of buttons open...very unIranian!! We did get quite worried at one stage, as our group had become pretty spread out, we had an hour left in the walk...with just over an hours sunlight and the clouds were closing in again! But we all eventually made it down in one piece and were very glad to discover that dinner was ready for us when we got back! So we literally ate dinner, cleaned up and went to bed after the 6 hour walk we ended up doing!! So Triona even though it felt like I was going to die on the side of an Iranian mountain in the most ridiculous outfit ever, it was totally worth it to see the views and to experience the feeling of being in the clouds! So as much as I may have cursed you on the way up (and I did a LOT!!)...once I got above the clouds you were completely forgiven and given all credit for what I experienced up there J
Oh just to mention before we started our mountain walk we were driving to the drop off point when an Iranian film crew came looking for us! They were from Tabriz TV and were filming a documentary on small Iranian villages and that day happened to be in the same village as us....saw the big orange truck, got curious and came after us! They stayed with us at lunch, filming us and talking to us about what we were doing and what we thought of Iran. The funniest moment for me was when I got off the truck one of the guys looked at me and said “Oh, you’re Muslim”, I said no I’m Irish and he looked slightly confused. A few minutes the same guy came over and asked if I was Persian, again I explained I was Irish and he said I looked Persian...so after the Turkey incident and now this incident I’m beginning to think if I ever need to escape the law this is the right part of the world for me to come to as I seem to fit in and even manage to confuse the locals!!!
Next day we had a short drive day to a campsite on the Caspian Sea. We had all just got our tents set up when a dude appeared with a rifle!! We then had to stand around for awhile while we tried to negotiate to stay at the site without pissing off the locals! We achieved it in the end and they even started setting up lights for us....not knowing that as soon as we were finished with dinner we would all bit going to bed anyway!! It was lovely to fall asleep to the sound of the waves and there was an amazing moon so I sat in my tent for awhile with the door open, looking out at the view! Not often I will get to say a moon gazed by the Caspian Sea!!!
The next morning I had a very surreal experience as I awoke to the sound of cows mooing...for a few very confusing seconds I felt like I was waking up in Daars and felt a little pang in my heart! We got up anyway to see the local woman first bringing the calf to the cow to feed and then she sat down and milked the cow old school style...no fancy parlour Rory!! We got breakfast over and done with quickly and then headed off to our next destination. We didn’t get very far before we had to pull off the road as we were stuck in 4wheel drive. So Greg and a few of the lads spent an hour or so trying different things to unjam it. We got there in the end but not until after attracting a crowd. Two Iranian guys got talking to the lads and came on the truck to have a look...and then went and bought us a box of chocolates...such is the Iranian way! Once we were all fixed up we headed on for our next stop, the village of Masuleh. This pace was absolutely gorgeous and we were taken with it straight away! It has a population of only 1,500 and apparently is at least a millennium old. We were told by a few locals how their houses were 400 years old...and literally stay in the family for that long. The village is set into the side of the mountain and on such a steep gradient that the roof of one hose is the pathway on the level above it! The Bazaar was truly bizarre as there were steps and alleyways all over the place to take you up or down and it was impossible to go exactly where you wanted to go! I could see shops from one level that I wanted to go see...and it could take me about a half hour to get there between stumbling across other shops and just not being able to find my way to the right level!!
In Masuleh, we were once again tent free as we were doing home stays. This is the general type of accommodation offered in the village (there is 2 hotels). I enjoyed the home stay though, most of the houses have a self contained apartment in them and that is what they rent out to tourists. The family keeps themselves separate to us and we don’t see them or anything. Though I did see the little girl who lived there as she was playing on the porch when I went in one time and we also got locked out at one stage so rang the bell and an older son (a very tall dude!!) opened the door for us. They were just as curious about us and as we had to walk by their family room to go upstairs we would often see them looking out at us as we walked in and out. We had a rather relaxing couple of days in the village. Metti, the guy who organised our accommodation told us about a walk we could do to go up to a big waterfall. So on our second day Andrew, Dee, Little Kev, Bui and I headed off on the walk. You know how I said I had’nt regretted any of the walks I had done...yeah well this on e I did! We had a very rough map to go by and ended up quite obviously where we weren’t supposed to be! All throughout the trip Andrew has been our trek leader and up to now he has never got us in any trouble...that day he did it in bucket loads! At first we were on a nice but steep track...and then it got to the stage that there was no track...just a lot of thorny bushes!! However we kept going and after about 15 minutes of having thorns sticking into every part of us (for once I was glad I was covered head to toe with little skin exposed...I would seriously have cursed shorts and t=shirt azt that point!!) we asked Andrew, who had gone a little ahead if it got any easier. He replied that there was a couple of “challenging” bits ahead but that we would then be at the summit. The rest of us stood for a few minutes discussing our options...go back down the hill through the brambles...which wasn’t very appealing cause we knew how overgrown it was...or keep going up and hope that Andrew didn’t get us killed!! So we put a little more faith in him and kept going up....still not sure how much of a good idea it was. We literally ended up crawling on all fours with thorns and brambles stuck in our hair, clothes and bags! There was squeals and yelps coming from all of us...in between cursing Andrew!! We did eventually make it to the top with scratches and holes in our clothes! I have now affectionately termed this part of the trip the “Scramble in the Brambles”!! Once we did make it to the top we then had to figure out where to go! So we picked a direction and went that way! The hike did not get any easier! We were on a very narrow edge with a steep drop down to a rocky river bed!! And we got to a stage where we couldn’t go any further...so we had to go down the steep drop!! We thought we would be able to cross the river but on closer inspection it wasn’t going to be easy! I did a little recon further up the river (further ripping my clothes!!) and came back to report that we couldn’t go that way. We found a point to cross as long as the lads helped me and Dee with our short little legs to nop across a couple of rocks and not fall in and soak ourselves!. Then it was up the steep incline on the other side...at which point we came to the road that lead back down to the village! After a couple of hours “walking” we were only 10 minutes from the village and the truck had been in view pretty much the whole time!! We bumped into a few locals and showed them the map but it made no sense to them. So while the boys did their manly business with the locals me and Dee stood off to the side again and got quite obviously laughed at, at one point!! At this point we were all up for giving up but headed first to a rooftop to have some melon we had bought. There was a group of Iranian girls at the other side of the roof and they came over and offered us some food, so then we offered them back some melon. We then got a few pictures taken with them...which was quite funny as me and Dee were a sweaty mess after the walk with our clothes all ripped and these four girls were absolutely stunning looking!! When we were finished we headed back to the village to go for showers! Afterwards the other guys found Metti and he told them we had started in the wrong place so the guys gave it another go...I stayed where I was, freshly showered and went for some lunch and sat around chatting for the afternoon and got extremely relaxed. And that was pretty much how I spent my last few hours in Masuleh...sitting around relaxing, taking in the gorgeous scenery, watching the clouds closing in and walking around and getting lost in the Bazaar, it was amazing.
We were up early the next morning to hit the road for Esfahan. We had another small delay when we stopped for a pee stop and discovered that we had an oil leak. Once that was fixed though we drove on. It was at this stage that we all really started to notice the landscape changing. We had all expected Iran to be flat and barren and all deserty but up to that point we had been up in the mountains which were full of forests and green as far as we could see. But that day as I looked out the window we went from green fields to desert for as far as we could see. As Esfahan was too far away to travel to in one day we got to do a desert camp somewhere in the middle of Iran. It was possibly one of my favourite nights so far! 5 of us abandoned the idea of tents and slept on the roof of the truck! We set up the roll mats, chucked our sleeping bags up and that was us done! While dinner was being cooked a few of us starting playing a game of Frisbee and then we had the brainwave of having a game of rounders, because we were out in the middle of nowhere Hamid told us it was oj to take off our headscarves and all the crap, so for the first time in a week in the baking sun I had my headscarf off, the trousers rolled up and only a vest top on me! All the lads too full advantage too and whipped their t=shirts off...partly because of the heat and partly just because it was in Iran and totally illegal!! The game of rounders was great fun and I even managed to get a home run!! While we were all sitting down for dinner lightening started in about 5 different places around us. It was amazing to sit and watch it and see how much the sky was lighting up. We sat around chatting for awhile and then it was time to go to bed...so we climbed up onto the truck and settled ourselves in! The sky was so clear and we lay there looking at the stars for awhile and then the most amazing moon came up. It was so big and brilliantly orange. It was weird to wake up a few times during the night and to see how the moon was changing position. We woke up the next morning to the sound of the cook group getting breakfast ready, and it was perfect timing as we got a lovely sunrise view from the roof.
Once breakfast was over and we were all packed up we headed off for Esfahan. When we got there we sorted out hostel rooms and then headed for food. The heat was unreal at this stage so when we were finished with lunch we all ended up going back to the hostel and just have a nap! We got up then to head to out for dinner. We went to a rooftop restauarant at a hotel...and it was lovely. After a couple of weeks of living off kebabs in dodgy looking joints it felt like we were really treating ourselves! The lads even managed to have steaks, something that had been missing from their diet since Europe really!! The view from the rooftop was lovely and it was nice to just sit there and relax for awhile taking in a new city. When we were finished dinner we headed to Iman Square to have a wander around. Esfahanis are a huge fan of picnics like all Iranians and the Square was magical. Iman Square is the second largest square in the world (after Tiananman Square in Beijing for those of you who are curious!!) and it was filled with hundreds of families out spending time together. We all got some ice-cream and wandered around the Square (in actually fact a rectangle!!) taking it all in. There was kids everywhere playing ball games and roller blading and little horse and carts that you could hire for a jaunt around the Square. It was also while we were walking around that we got stopped by the tourist police. At first we thought we were in trouble but they were just curious as to where we were from and got even more curious when they realised we were all from different countries! They asked us all about the trip and we showed them the itinerary and a picture of the truck, one of them even said he would give up his uniform and join us if we needed a handsome escort! Another thing they said was that it was good to see tourists out smiling and taking time out. They had asked us if we were with a group and when we said yes they asked did we have down time. When we said yes they said it was nice to see that because usually tourists are on a strict schedule and are always running around to get to the next thing! The tourist police had a little hut and told us if we needed anything or just wanted to call in for a chat we were always welcome, and so off they want and we stood there in awe once again at how nice the people were! As we walked around so many people said hello to us, including us girls and asked us how we were.
Next day we got up early enough to have breakfast before we headed down to Iman Square to meet Syed, a guy who owns a carpet shop on the Square but who has been working with the company for a number of years when the groups go through. When we got to his shop we all piled in, sitting on the piles of carpets and were immediately provided with tea...and lots of it! Syed then changed our money for us...literally dealing in millions with the exchange rate and we all had rather large wads of cash in our wallets when we were finished. Once all that was done he then took us on a tour of the Bazaar Bozorg. It was actually really cool to have someone to show us around as usually when we go to bazaars we just end up getting lost!! He first took us to the best teahouse in Esfahan which was just off a caravanseri in the Bazaar. The carvanseri we were in was 400 years old and the purpose of them was for people to come and park up their caravan and rest their horses. While they were there they could sell their goods and make some money before they continued on their journey on the Silk Road. The tea house was really cute and cluttered. The ceiling was filled with chandeliers and light shades and the walls were covered in paintings and pictures. People could go in there for tea and shisha and just relax...and of course they had a mixed section and a men only section!! When we were finished there he then brought us to a tilers shop. The tiler knew we were coming and was ready to give us a little demonstration. Years ago they used to use handmade tiles that were about half an inch thick but nowadays they use factory produced tiles. They first draw out the design and then etch it onto the tiles lightly. They use natural ink that comes from grinding down rocks from different regions that produce different colours. When the rock is ground down they mix it with water to make it into a workable ink. Then they start to paint the tiles. Once the tile is finished it is then fired for about 7 hours to seal it and this also helps to bring out the colours of the ink. This process means that the colours on the tiles never fade and keep their vivid colour for years, which is the reason why so many of the mosques we have see have managed to keep their splendour. It was really interesting to see how the process worked. We then moved on to the carpet part of the Bazaar where again we learned all about how the Persian carpets are made. Syed brought us to the design shop first where we saw a guy busy at work on a magnificent looking carpet design. When the design is done it is then made up. The carpets aren’t made in shops, they are generally made at home by people as they can take anywhere up to 3 years to make! When they are finished they are then brought to the carpet preparation shops where the ends are tied off, giving the carpet its tassels and then they are pinned down and stretched out as they are often not perfect measurements due to the fact they are handmade in a house. Once all that is done the most bizarre part of the process happens when the carpets get flamed! They literally take a big massive blow torch to the back of the carpets and run the flame over it! We found out that this helps to seal the carpet and also proves that it is a genuine handmade carpet as a factory produced one would just go up in flames apparently!
After our carpet lesson we wandered around for a little longer with Syed bringing us to more carvanseris, some of which were amazing and much more upscale than the first one he brought us to...amazing that even hundreds of years ago they had different classes of accommodation!! We also went into a spice mill which I loved! The first thing that hits you is the different smells and aromas. The mill is a huge chank of rock that has been used for 400 years. It was a pretty massive heavy rock the day we saw it and Syed told us that it was absolutely huge when they first started using it but that over the years it had worn down. As we were standing there the guy who worked at the mill appeared out of somewhere and started giving us tastes of the different spices and getting us to guess what they were. I got the first couple but when we started getting them right he started bringing out harder ones...ending with ground dried lemon which they provide on tables over here along with the salt and pepper! It was really cool to see this and see the old school way of doing things and how they still exist today. That was the end of our little tour then with Syed and myself and the girls did a bit of shopping to get a new tunic. We then headed back to the hostel to meet up with the boys and attempt a walk that was in the Lonely Planet. And attempt we did...and failed miserably!! We managed to follow the first part of the walk but the road names were different to what the book said and eventually we found ourselves in the middle of what looked like the homeless part of Esfahan! It was really dusty as it was right beside a building site but there were old people lying about all over the place, sheltering in tiny little shelters they had made out of cardboard and that. It was very odd and we got some stares walking through it! When we got to the other side of it we were standing around trying to figure out what to do and where the hell we were when an old m an who spoke a bit of English walked by and took pity on us. We asked him how to get back to the Bazaar and he literally walked the whole way there with us, which took probably about 20 minutes or so. Once we were back where we knew we all grabbed an ice cream to try cool down and headed back to the hostel to get out of the searing heat. On our way back to the hostel we got stopped again by the tourist police right by their hut and got invited in for a chat. So there we were sat in the middle of Iman Square having a chat with the police in their little hut! The guy that day was telling us he had just finished college and was doing his mandatory 18 months service. In Iran when a boy turns 18 he has to sign on for 18 months but if he is in college then he can complete his studies and then do his service. We were telling the guy about our trip and he was saying he would love to do it but cant do anything he wants to do until he was finished his 18 months. From what he was saying you could tell he hated the fact he couldn’t do something with his degree straight away or move away. Though by the looks of it his life didn’t seem to be too stressful with the tourist police!
That evening we all went down to Iman Square to have a picnic outside of Syed’s shop and to join in with the locals. We found a pizza place and were very relieved to be able to eat something other than kebab and bloody rice!! So we sat around talking for a couple of hours drinking tea and watching all the goings on in the Square.  It was really nice just to sit there and experience what Esfahanis experience day to day.
Next day we had a fairly slow start with everyone just chilling out. Nobody really did anything until it was time to go get lunch, and even then we took the easy option and went to the restaurant we went to on the first day that was just down the road from the hostel. As much as we were glad to finally get some really hot weather it stopped us doing a lot of things during the day cause it was too warm to walk around...and it didn’t help that we couldn’t wear shorts and t-shirts!! I did have a lovely lunch that day thought trying and Iranian dish called Tachin of chicken or something along those lines! It was basically half a chicken roast and stuffed inside a (rather large) boiled and friend rice cake! It was amazing! Really, really tasty and the rice cake was lovely too! Later that evening when it had cooled down slightly a few of us headed back to the Square. The boys wanted to go shopping so while they did that myself and Dee went to visit Iman Mosque on the Square. It was absolutely beautiful...and truly massive. Me and Dee were getting frustrated at how our cameras just couldn’t capture the enormity of it, or how beautiful the tile work was, and after visiting the tile shop the day before it made me appreciate the work that went into it all the more. Building of the mosque began in 1611 and it took 25 years to complete it. The Mosque is unique in that it has a double dome. The interior dome is 36 metres high and the exterior one 51 metres. Because of the dome within a dome there is an echo in the Mosque and if you tap your foot on the slab of black slate right in the centre of the room you can hear it echoing a number of times. Apparently in the dead of night with no other sounds you can hear it 17 times, though during the day the most people usually get is 7 or 8 echoes. It was cool to hear it though and added even more to the magnificence of the place.
When we were finished in the Mosque we were standing outside when a guy came over to talk to us and asked if we were with “the big truck” we said yes and he said he had been talking to Greg and Rosie earlier that day. He invited us into his carpet shop for some tea and as we had a few minutes before we had to meet the boys we went in. He gave us a little lesson in interpreting the carpets. There are 2 types of Persian carpets, classical and nomadic. The classical are the ones that get designed before they are woven while the nomadic ones do not have a design and come from the weavers head as they go along. Each nomadic carpet tells a story with a lot of symbolism woven into it bringing good luck and warding off bad health and that. Again really interesting to hear all this, although I think the dude thought he was going to make a sale at the end of it!! Luckily a large group walked into the shop and we seized the opportunity and said goodbye. Then as we walked swiftly up the Square so as not to be late we got stopped byt yet another old dude on a bike asking us where we were from. It turned out this guy was a tour guide called Ali, he used to be a geology teacher but was retired and as they retire young he had plenty of energy left so he decided to become a tour guide (life history much!!). anyway we chatted with him for a few more minutes and then finally made it to Syed’s shop where we met the others. When we got there we were given more tea and then Rhona and Rachel arrived, followed by Brian and Ollie (an English guy who was staying in our hostel who was biking from South East Asia to Turkey), followed shortly after by Darren and Derek! So once again Syed’s shop was fairly full!! While Rhona agonized over which carpet to buy the rest of us popped ourselves out on the grass again and ended up having another picnic that night! While we were sitting their Rachel asked if I had seen the bridge and when I said no her face said I was missing out...so once again the fear kicked in and I went and asked Syed how to get to the bridge. It turns out there was 2 main ones along the river and both were a 20 minute walk from the Square. So me, Joe, Rhona and Peter decided we would walk to 20 minutes to the first one, then walk along the river bank to the next one and then back up to the hostel. Well, Syed’s 20 minutes is a lot different to ours! It took us close to an hour to walk to the first bridge which was the Khaju Bridge. The bridge was built in 1650 and is the nicest bridge in Esfahan, and according to Syed, in all of Iran. It is 110 metres long and is 2 levels, the bottom half of which was used for regulating the water flow. It was beautiful and wonderfully lit up at night. The only disappointment was the fact that due to a 15 year water shortage the river is dammed up and so there is no actual water on the river bed! We then headed upstream (can I say that if there was no water present??!!) to Chubi Bridge which was built in 1665 and is 150 metres long with 21 arches along it. The third bridge we came across was a new bridge that was contructed for car traffic but they had it lit up blue so I called it the Blue Bridge. There was a slight bit of water pooled around this bridge so there was a nice photo with the lights reflected in it, which was about the best thing I can say about this bridge! Then we got to the last bridge we wanted to see, the Si-O-Seh Bridge, or the Bridge of 33 Arches. This bridge is 298 metres long and was built between 1599 and 1602. The bridge also served as a dam and is still used today for this purpose. When they get good rainfall over a period of time, they open up the dam to allow some of the water through to the other bridges...but this hasn’t happened in a number of years. The 4 of us then headed back up to the hostel, after the walk that was supposed to take us about an hour took just over 2!! But it was totally worth it and we all enjoyed the walk as once again there was loads of people sitting out with friends in the little parked area that was all along the river bank.  I was glad in the end I got to see a good bit of Esfahan even if it was all in the last few hours of the last day. It is truly a beautiful city and really enchanting. Myself and Rhona were saying to each other that it was our favourite place so far but we weren’t able to say why! I can’t honestly say there was one thing that made me fall in love with it, it’s almost like the city just puts a spell on you! The people are so friendly that you can’t help but feel completely welcome and they are so helpful. They invite you to their house for tea at the drop of a hat and just want to see how foreigners perceive them and most importantly give foreigners something good to say about them and Iran so that people know it’s not what they imagine it to be. I also never drank so much tea in my whole life...which isn’t hard considering I never drank tea! Luckily they serve it in teeny little glass cups so I can manage to drink it...once I drop a couple of sugar cubes in first!! The people are so kind and polite that you feel you can’t say no to them when they offer you something...for example when I was buying a headscarf I was offered what looked like a maggot!! My face must have been a picture cause the guy laughed and said it was a mulberry picked straight from the tree! So I tried it and it was lovely...and really refreshing! So Esfahan is definitely one to put on the list people! Off the beaten track but totally worth it!
We left Esfahan early the next morning to head for Persepolis....some ancient ruins just north of Shiraz. Work began on building the city in 518BC...so they are freakin old!! We got to the ruins at about 3.30 and it was nearly still too hot to walk around! But we ambled along with the Lonely Planet under our arms and had a walk around. It is a pretty impressive site to see. Its not nearly as big as Ephesus was, but we were very glad of that. Everything was really close together and it was amazing to see how well some of the things were preserved considering how old they were. As we were walking around a couple of Iranian guys stopped to talk to us and started walking with us and asked if we had time to go for coffee, we genuinely didn’t have time as we had to meet the truck at 5.30 but we were glad to have the excuse after the guy asked Rosie what she thought of the government. We had been warned that we might be asked this question and to just reply that we didn’t really know much about it so didn’t have an opinion. Rosie tried this and they guy asked again a coyuple more times so we started to amble off in a different direction and said we didn’t have time to sit down for tea. Sometimes I felt bad refusing to go for tea when the people are being so friendly but I’d rather that then got stuck listening to a lecture about the Iranian government for an hour or two! We had a bush camp that night then on a farm just up the road from Persepolis. It was all very dusty but it was comfortable and we all just wanted to relax out of the heat for awhile so were glad of the shade of the trees! A few of the workers stayed with us and one guy, Hassan, even had some dinner with us! He declared his love for Kev and then later told me I had beautiful eyes and face and voice...and then called me either a monkey or a mannequin!!! Gotta love the Iranians!!
We were up again early the next day to head to Shiraz to drop off the people who were flying over Pakistan. It was very odd driving off without 9 people when we got there. We dropped them to their hostel and then we all stood on the street saying goodbye! We kinda drew a crowd as well firstly we were in a big orange truck! Secondly we were foreigners but mostly because at first we were all saying bye and then after a couple minutes we all just sadi screw this and started giving each other hugs! I know they will only be gone for 2 weeks but we have lived in each other’s pockets for 8 weeks now so it will be weird to not see them every day. And it was very odd when the truck drove off and there were only 11 of us in it! It felt very, very empty and we now suddenly have loads of space! We probably won’t be able to cop when the others join us again!! Once we had said our goodbyes and took a few photos we headed off on the road to Yazd. We kind of had to double back on ourselves to go back up north but we got some lovely scenery again and it was nice to sit back and relax.
Our hostel in Yazd was lovely....and air conditioned which always makes it more appealing...another thing that helped was the western toilets and the normal towels!!! We spent our first night chilling at the hostel and having dinner...meatballs and chips....NOT chicken or rice!!! Nice change to the diet!!! We had a lie in the next morning...didn’t get up and shower until 10!! First time since the trip started that we did that!! Then we went in the hunt of some food and had a wander around the city. It was really hot but not as bad as Esfahan so it was bearable to walk around in the early afternoon. We got back to the hostel then and managed to get (illegal) access to Facebook and Skype which we all got very excited about. Then some of us headed out to attempt another Lonely Planet walk around the city. We cheated slightly as the walk came right by our hostel so instead of starting at the start point we started there and skipped the first little bit...but I had already seen the couple of mosques that we chopped out during my morning walk so I didn’t mind so much! We had fun on the walk, we waited until about half 5 to head off so that we weren’t walking in the really hot weather, which actually turned out to be a good idea as the sun setting cast a lovely orange glow over the city and as the walls of the city are all made from mud it looked amazing. We saw the Jameh Mosque (which was just up the road from the hostel...and unfortunately covered in scaffolding), Khan-e Lari, which is a 150 year old preserved house with lovely stained glass windows and was a nice glimpse of what life was like foe a well off family in the Qajar-era. We then moved on to Alexander’s Prison and the Tomb of the 12 Imams. We then walked on and came across another couple of sites, which we weren’t sure what their purpose was but they were pretty! Once we were finished our walk we came back to the hostel and waited around for about half an hour before we headed back into town to the Amir Chakhmaq Square to go to a thing called Zurkhaneh. When we were in Esfahan myself and Dee got talking to a tour guide who told us to go to this thing called Zurkhaneh. We didn’t get the chance to go in Esfahan so when I found out it was also in Yazd I knew I had to go. So a few of us popped down to check it out. It’s hard to explain exactly what it is. It’s held in a gym and means “house of strength”. A group of men stand around in a sunken pit and perform a series of ritualised feats of strength, while the leader pounds on a drum and sings and chants songs and recites poetry. The men do push ups and swing around wooden batons (only way I can describe them!) and then start spinning around really fast. There were times when I though they guys were about to start break dancing! At first there was just one guy doing it and just after he finished two little kids came in. Then the first guy joined back in and then one other big burly guy joined in. It was really cool to see and like I said, hard to explain but I’m glad I got to see another bit of Iranian culture...strange as it may have been!
Yazd itself is slightly different to Esfahan and we had to wear our headscarves in the hostel. When I was walking around I also felt slightly out of place. In Esfahan there was a big range of what the women wore, from full chadors to just a long coat over jeans. In Yazd I noticed straight away that every female other than young kids was in full chador...so me walking down the street in a purple tunic and headscarf made me stand out even more!! So that was slightly odd! But I’m getting used to just ignoring these things so I still enjoyed the little walk around...and getting slightly lost in land after endless lane of mud walled alleys!!
Other observations of Iran...the driving is horrific!! The Lonely Planet said “while traffic in major cities rarely goes fast enough to cause a serious accident, never underestimate the possibility of dying a horrible death while crossing the road. Vehicles never stop at pedestrian crossings. You will quickly realise you have little alternative to stepping out in front of the traffic and hoping that the drivers will slow down”. And never have the Lonely Planet written a truer word!! They advise that until you get the confidence to just walk to follow an Iranian as the cross the road...and to have them car side!! Which we did...and in the absence of an Iranian we sent one of the lads car side, figuring that the Iranians probably wouldn’t be too bothered about hitting a woman!! The driving is absolutely crazy though...and it is literally survival of the biggest! The bigger your vehicle the more that others will give way to you...so being in our big orange truck gave us a serious advantage!! 
The food in Iran was also OK...yes I was seriously sick of kebabs...not helped by the fact we had spent 3 weeks in Turkey eating kebabs there too!! But every now and then we managed to find something other than kebabs, like a hot dog, falafel or pizza and then in our last hostel meatballs and curries. I quite liked the Iranian breakfast of bread (not like our bread) and egg and fruit. I was also very taken with carrot jam after my first impression being that it was going to be the weirdest thing ever!! I also tried a bit of camel stew in Yazd which wasn’t so bad! The Iranians seem to serve rice with everything, just like the Turkish serve bread with everything! It’s lovely basmati rice usually but holy crap they give a massive portion!! They also have a serious sweet tooth with bakeries everywhere selling everything from break to cakes and biscuits. And they also have major sweet shops basically in a pic’n’mix type set up! Some of the pastries and biscuits are lovely and their cakes are quite tasty too! We enjoyed a little selection of pic’n’mix on one of our picnics in Esfahan and the sweets were quite nice...similar to what we would have at home but less jellies and more chocolate based. We did manage to find a shop that sold Haribo jellies in Masuleh so we stocked up on those....you know me and my jellies!! So once again not starving in Iran despite my worst fears before the trip!
And that pretty much sums up my time in Iran. I’m sure I’ve left some stuff out...and we are here for another couple of days but then in Pakistan so no internet so I said I’d update everyone when I got the chance!! So until next time when I have stories of Pakistan to tell I will say goodbye!!