16-12-2007
Iran started bad, but we soon found that it was quite different to a surprising very good.
Coming to the town Mehabad we wanted to do some chopping special gas, and as soon we stopped in a street a lot of people gather around the BB and offered to help and when the problem was the language a man telephoned to his brother who came in his own car and arranged to sent a man out to get the gas and brought me to a place to buy a map.
Together we studied the document I got at the border, and found out that it was not aninsurance but a permission to drive through the country without telling which way to go.
We came to the city called Sakiz and passed it 25km when a car signed us to stop, we imagined it could be some Brazilians who had noticed the flag at the BB.It was a young man wanting to exercise his English and offered his help. It was a Friday there Sunday and he and his family was on there way to there farm and invited us for lunch and later on to dinner and specially to use his CP at his home in the town Sazi.We went there and had a good dinner and I posted my dairy .
And even more the next day they helped us to arrange diesel oil, an complicated affair. And worst he even paid the bill a real shame for me, when he reads this, thank you an other time.
A little more about my new friend :He is one of a big family and studies computer technique, and he informed that the part of Iran where we now are is Kurdistan and that they spoke Kurdish a language spoken in four countries, and that in Iran there is spoken six different languages .
We had a big laugh when he served me a Tuborg beer knowing that I was Danish and I thaught that such a thing could put us right in hell, but then he pointed out that it was not alcoholic
He wants contact with the world. His E Mail is :aram_heidavi_63@yahoo.com
Coming the time for stop we noticed a tank station with a long row of lorries waiting to tank I got the idea to ask for a place to overnight not asking for diesel and that gave result, I got the permit ion and later on I could fill my tank up .It was not each day a camper from Brazil came to there tank station.
And to day I repeated the same procedure. The owner of the tank asked me ten times
If there were nothing ells he could do for me.
Well our way runs along the mountains that separate Iran from Iraque.In the summertime it is surely green but unfortunately now it is all brown.
Text to the photos
No 1 The friends in Mehabad
No2 Lunch at the farm
N03 It is hard to sit at the floor
No4At the farm
No 5 aAt the village
No 6 The mosque at the village
No 7 The whole family
No 8 Thewhole family notice the mirrow
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