05-01-2008
Well we are still in Iran.
The day before yesterday, we stopped a little before the dark at a P place, and when ready to sleep the police arrived ordering us to follow to a more secure place, we did not like it but obeyed .From there we took off in the morning 35 km to the town Zahadan, which showed to be a very big and a very open town, with large and long avenues .Asking for an internet café we had a taxi to go in front us and we arrived there before it opened, now it started to rain and it was also cold.
Unfortunately nobody there spoke English, but later on they called an English speaking person, it was Mr. Ali Molazehi He was Indian and helped a lot, first with internet and later he could inform that there was an Indian embassy in this town, what a luck, it should be easier to get our visas here before going into Pakistan
To day it was closed but tomorrow it was open he said .. We went out in the cold and had a lot of difficulties to have our photos taken always because of the language. We had planed to sleep in front of the Internet, but the police wanted us to park in another street.
And the rain and the cold went on.
With a lot off help we found the way to the Indian embassy just to hear that it was closed to day because of a holyday in India, but I happened to see the ambassador with a big turban, to morrow at nine o clock he said, We parked at the street in front of the embassy. The suburb here is a little sinister, may be because of the rain,
06-01-2008
At the Indian embassy things changed, the consul let me understand that it would take up till 10 daies to arrange ours visas, and told us better go to Islamabad.
At the same time the police arrived to tell us that they wanted to escort us out of town to the Pakistan border, and so they did have
The run to the border was on a good road as allways,but the rain started again,so we crossed the border under rain, and the entrance was as going 100 years back in time,on the Iran side beautiful buildings on Pakistan a mess of mud, but the functionaries spoke English, but the mess started when they discovered that we did not have the dammed document. End of the day, we are sitting in there parking lot, and tomorrow, we will go to a town with a soldier in the BB.
08-01-2008
The order was short and hard: you have to go to a town called Quetta only a little more than 600 km but the road is good but it should be done in one day.
The road was not always that good and when the wind against was full of and , when the soldier we had carry all the time called faster the trip came to a hell. It was absolutely impossible to make it in one day. It was more a rally than a tourist tour,and even the old soldier got tired, so we happened to overnight in parking Lott. The BB full of sand and very cold. To day we ended in Quetta, and the last end was even worse, the bad road went high into the mountains with snow.
The last 15 km of road was under construction and full of trafik.But we ok we are now here as prisoners in a closed area, but well treated. But unfortunately doomed to continue with a soldier in the BB, holding my passport as security.
But ok if Pakistan is considered a dangerous country we have protection
Text to photos
No1 Last from Iran
No 2 Pakistan border
No 3 Restaurant on our way
No4Our soldier and Dora at their lunch
No 5 He is a devil
No 6 At Quetta
No 7 The guardian at the deposit
No 8 At the deposit
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