zondag 31 juli 2011

Van, Turkey



We have arrived safely in Van in Eastern Turkey last night and treated ourselves with a nice comfortable hotel in the middle of the Town. After the 2.500 km in Iran and the stress at the border, we all decided we deserved a day off.

Noelle updating her diary

The hotel beds beat all beds in Iran and we could actually drink a glass of wine while we had dinner. The fist one in 12 days tasted pretty good!
Also breakfast was far better than we had in 12 days (Onno would simply not even bother to get up for breakfast and preferred to stay in bed one more hour a day, eating cookies in the car when he started to get hungry).
Today we took a rest day. With unlimited and unblocked internet, we could restore our frozen Facebook accounts, I could twitter again and I could update our blogs. What a luxury to appreciate after the 'hardship' in Iran. How interesting and eye opening and a learning experience for our children to be in Iran, feeling as isolated from the World Wide Web and all world news like all Iranians.
Name any site and yes, it was blocked.
BBC? Yep! depers.nl (a Dutch news-site), yep, blocked! Try googeling with the word 'proxy' and your laptop explodes!

Local Iranians however did tip me about a proxy server which is widely used, but it was usually overloaded, hard to connect too and once in, IE (the only browser that worked with this proxy server) would freeze constantly (probably had nothing to do with the proxy, it's a well known problem and exactly the reason why I never use it).

A special thanks and word of appreciation for our oldest son Niels (18), who did not join us, stayed in Leiden,  but keeps up with all my tweets and blogs from Iran.  We are very proud and miss him a lot; he passed his bi-lingual IB exams and has been accepted in University starting in September. I guess we have lots to celebrate when we are united again.

My spine also decided to have a protest-day today and as the day progressed, the pain became unbearable. We did however left the hotel late in the afternoon to get some fresh air and see the sunset at Van Fortress.
The Fortress is incredibly old and the view on the ancient city of Tushpa was amazing. This must be a archeologist paradise to start digging!
Like Iran, we have passed amazing sites, still uncovered waiting to release their secrets...

The Fortress is not made for people with double herniated discs and although the climb up the to the restored wall was hard and painful, the view was worth it.
On our way back to town we stopped at a supermarket, the first one we've seen in 12 days (does Iran has any supermarkets?)

It's one day before Ramadan, so lot's of people stocking up and lot's of nice offers that we can't take (like 50 kilo rice bags, sweets and dates)...
To our incredible surprise, we could purchase wine and beers in the supermarket and when we paid at the checkout, we could use our Dutch debit-card.

We can read the signs in Turkey and both Thijs and Onno really enjoy making jokes about the signs and language we see on the street.So a ride on the street usually involves lots of jokes and giggles, not to mention our GPS-voice over, struggling with the street names in Turkey.

Our GPS-guide by the way, became our best friend during this journey and although the map if Iran was basic, he guided us directly to our destinations, had some trouble with the street names and roundabout exits, but his voice made me feel comfortable and he never let us down. I can imagine mister GPS being annoyed about Thijs driving decisions, ignoring his instructions, he never, never protested or decided to quit.

Thank you Garmin GPS, you have lowered our stress level, hope you guide is safely to Leiden!


Thijs and Onno at Van Fortress

Van, Eastern Turkey



the old city, founded 9th century BC: Tushpa

Iran by car - tips and suggestions

Although seeing Iran by your own car is absolutely the best way to get around, getting it in- and out is definetely not for the faint of heart...
The condition of the roads is fine, traffic is chaotic and petrol is cheap. Most importantly, you can go anywhere you want, anytime you want. Car rental is an unknown concept in Iran.

About the traffic:
Initially, is seems like complete chaos, with all drivers taking the shortest line to wherever they want to go, swerving across lanes and going on roundabouts in all posible directions. However, there is actually a system behind the apparent chaos, evident by the fact most cars are not dented. Here it is: "Whenever two vehicles collide, the one with the damage most towards the car's front is responsible."
This means anyone can cut into your lane, leaving you liable if he/she hits you.... So you brake.... to avoid your car's headlights touching the other car's side... On the other hand, the advantage of the system is that it is very easy to get across lanes when you find yourself on the wrong side, just metres before the junction; You just go and all drivers will let you cut-in without any honking protest, even buses or trucks.
On roundabouts, it seems the priority is for those entering it but just like for the motorbikes buzzing around you everywhere, you make judgment if you are good to go and just go. Everyone is very focused on avoiding to hit anything with the front of their vehicle, particularly since many are uninsured....
Do not drive outside town at night!

Now for the paperwork:
Main rule; Be mentally prepared that it will take significant time and effort. 1 - 2 days on arrival and 1/2 day on departure is not uncommon. Don't try to do it all by yourself. You need help from someone who knows the system, how to butt into lines and who speaks Farsi as well as some English to communicate with yourself. As foreign tourist you will be treated very friendly with the utmost regard.  (Surprisingly, Iranian nationals not so....).
To get help, a good start is Samira Zare from Persiatours, who is making study of the process and has useful contacts that can help out in most places. These will need some payment, but it is worth it. (several tens of euros, depending on how quickly it goes). The whole process involves many rather small payments everywhere, that amount to a few hundred euros total.

To have before departing:
1. Carnet de Passage en Douane: Must have. The alternative is having to leave a huge deposit at customs (tens of thousands of euros), which is not only very difficult to pay through a state bank, it is also not clear if you will ever get it back after departure, especially if you enter and exit at different border crossings. You can get the Carnet from the main  motoring association in the country where your car is registered. (For NL cars, the ANWB has an arrangement with ADAC). The huge deposit still applies, but now you have certainty you will see it back, after returing the properly stamped Carnet at the end of the journey. Be aware that in different places, the Carnet often comes under different names (e.g. Triptique, KT)

2. Export license: If (like us) you are taking a foreign car back to home country, this is a particularly bad proposition. It means you will be literally exporting and importing the car at every border crossing, which will take 4 hrs to 2 days at every border. Keep the regular registration (and your local residency permit to have it legally in your name). Do get a Clearance Certificate from the Traffic Department which you will most likely need when registering the car in your home country, but do check your home countries regulations for import.

3. Road insurances: Try to have these arranged for all countries beforehand. Samira of Persiatours can help you get it for Iran, if your own green card does not cover. The challenge is that Iranian insurers only give "normal" rates to drivers with valid Iranian civil ID, which as tourist you will obviously not have. Unlike other countries, Iranian border crossings do not have agents with "Border Insurance". In our case, after getting and offer with a staggering rip-off rate, we managed to charm another agent into buying the insurance in his own name, which consumed over 4 hours.

4. Visa: Must have

5. Ferry tickets: For Sharjah - Bandar Abbas, Oasis (local and only UAE agent for Valfajr8 shipping co. and currently in process of renaming itself into Goodluck shipping co.) needs copies of the Carnet, passports, ownership certificate and visa. There is another shipping agent for the line Kuwait city - Bushehr, but Oasis was the only one willing to make a reservation by email. The actual ticketing in Sharjah takes one day (before departure).

6. Lots of copies: Make at at least 10 sets of copies of passport (ID page) and visa, as well as a few sets of your other docs. These save a lot of time.

7. Itinerary: Plot your planned itinerary on a print-out of Google maps. This helps a lot to give the authorities the confidence that you are really planning to bring your car out again, rather than sell it in Iran, dodging their massive taxation on foreign cars.

8. Folders (preferably transparent plastic ones) to keep your precious papers organized and prevent from blowing away with the wind.

9. Tools to change licence plates and make holes in new ones.

The Ferry:


1. The folks at Oasis will help you through the process excellently. Arrive one day before to purchase the actual tickets and have cash Dirhams, original Carnet, Ownership certificate and passports/visa. Oasis agency is inside Port Khalid and very hard to find without GPS and coordinates. It is an unmarked portacabin with three offices inside.
To get inside Port Khalid, you will need a gate pass, which you can get at the gate pass office. The gate pass clerk will claim Oasis' (Goodluck's) agency is outside the Port, but this is not true. Gate pass costs 5 Dirhams and a passport copy. Oasis is planning to open a new office in town, but not clear if/when that will actually happen. Do regularly check if the ferry is still scheduled to go. Due to low demand or military exercises in spring, there may be cancellations.... Buying the tickets takes about one hour and they will keep your Carnet and Ownership certificate.
With the now received Bill of Lading, you go into the Port Authority building, right-hand side after the front door and within 5 minutes they give you the Vehicle Admittance Advice (4 different colored copies) after showing your Bill of Lading. Be on time. The Port Authority closes shop at 14:00. No cost. Done for the day. Behind the scenes Oasis takes care of some more formalities.

2. Next (departure) day, you arrive at 15:00, drop other passengers at the airconditioned Port Authority building and then go with the car first to Oasis, then to Customs shed #6. Have all papers with you, some will be retained, stamped and/or signed. You leave the car there and if not comfortable with their driving skills, you are allowed to keep the key. You will be brought to the gate (in one of the other cars they do have a key of) and reunite with the rest of the travel party.
Now you can enter the "Departure hall" and after paying the guy in the office left in the back he will take 30 Dirhams for each passenger (no receipt) and issue the "boarding passes". Also your original Carnet and Ownership magically pop-up there and are returned to you. Take some time to marvel at the place and the huge amounts of freight people take with them to Iran, which are mostly their reason to go by ferry, rather than by plane.
The next interesting scene is the waiting of the entire and colorful population of the ferry at immigration, passports getting exit stamped one by one, then everyone loaded into a rattling Tata bus for the 400m to the ferry, which is patiently  waiting next to the Oasis office. Somewhere halfway all this you get a call and are collected to park your car on the ferry, then brought back.

3. On the ferry: Enjoy the ride. Departs around 21:30 and you will be served your first Iranian grub. Sleeping is basic on hard couches, but get some rest. You're going to need it.
Port Khalid
    Gate pass office.                  N25 21' 24" E55 22' 29"
    Main gate.                           N25 21' 34" E55 22' 37"
    Port authority building.         N25 21' 31" E55 22' 34"
    Departure hall.                     N25 21' 35" E55 22' 34"
    Customs shed# 6.                N25 21' 43" E55 22' 32"
Oasis shipping co.
    Mr. Naser.                          +971 50 786 8280
    Mr. Imran.                          +971 50 470 6830
    Office.                                 N25 21' 49" E55 22' 35"
    Ferry berth.                         N25 21' 49" E55 22' 32"

On arrival.
1. Just before docking, the ladies have to put on their headscarfs & long-sleeve butt covering blouses and notice the smiles and sighs of relief from the other passengers. On disembarkment around 09:00, the car key stays with the ferry's shipper.

2. First through immigration. Men and women separate lines, but soon enough the officials call the whole family forward and you skip the line.

3. Now you have to go to South Way Shipping co, some two km outside Port Bahogan to make a payment for their destination handling and get back. This is a good time to first find a local fixer to guide you through the whole process of getting your car released from the Port, before Customs closes at 14:30.
This process involves visiting a large number of offices all across the port to collect a mindboggling  plethora of papers, stamps and signatures.
Your role is to be the foreigner that enables the fixer to jump queues and interrupt officials in their lunches. If things are getting a little late, some running is also involved, but colleagues of the fixer also pop-up everywhere with cars to cover distances quicker.
Worst case is a taxi to your hotel and finish the process next day. Not a bad idea to send the travel party off to the hotel anyway, since there is nothing to do for them, but wait. Taxis are plenty available at the Port gate and cheap. Have a flexible reservation with Hotel Hormoz, if you can afford. Other hotels in B/A are no great deal. The process always works out in the end but how long it takes is unpredictable.

Port Shahid Bahonar (Bandar Abbas)
    Ferry berth.                    N27 09' 11" E56 12' 13"
    Main gate.                      N27 09' 17" E56 12' 25"
    Customs.                        N27 09' 15" E56 12' 18"  (here are the fixers)
    South Way Shipping co. N27 09' 57" E56 13' 42"

Transit plates, the day after arrival.
Required if you are stay in more than 7 (some say 15) days, although the actual law is not clear with everyone.
Basically very simple: Make a tax payment at the state bank accross from hotel Hormoz and have insurance. With that, you can show-up at the Traffic Police side gate at 09:00, 11:00 or 13:30 for inspection and receive the transit plates. Again, as foreigner you will be treated with greatest respect and priority. To show your planned itinerary plotted on Google maps really helps here to get the Police's confidence.

For the tax payment, you will still need the fixer. The state bank is the most mindboggling bureaucratice monstrum you have ever seen. It consists of five floors of offices with people behind desks, receiving or issuing slips of papers, stamps and signatures, five cashier sub banks and locals streaming through corridors, up and down stairs and mostly elbowing at the desks. After a couple of hours, you have seen every corner of this miracle of inefficiency and walk out with the needed receipt. Good chance to observe the local dress.
For the insurance, refer to above in this article or be prepared for hardship and desperate negotiation...
Once you are given the plates and the license registration slip, the guy at the kiosk near Traffic has all the equipment to change the plates for a small fee, unless if you brought these yourself, which will be much quicker....   DONE! Free to go!!!

Traffic Police.                       N27 11' 12" E56 19' 51" (inspection gate)
                                            N27 11' 14" E56 19' 55" (main gate)
Hotel Hormoz.                     N27 10' 59" E56 17' 26"

Thijs at Traffic Police in Bandar Abbas-Iran


Exiting Iran is much quicker, but you will still need a fixer who knows who is who at the border. Plenty will approach you. Take some time to pick a good looking one that speaks some English. At Bazargan and likely all land borders, the Iranian side is a complete mess, with people pushing and shoving to get across, overworked and rude officials (none wearing uniforms) making up rules on the spot.
For example, one guy noted that our transit plates were issued in Bandar Abbas and ruled that these should be handed-in there too. Go figure... After a while the conclusion was that Traffic Police at Khoy, 160 km back was the right place to go, but after some convincing that all our visas were already voided with exit stamp, he finally put the indispensible exit stamp on the Carnet and the plates were dumped in a bin that contained many more...

After a few more inspections, the gates of Iran and Turkey opened and a few formalities later on our way to Van. Visa cost USD 20 (TL 35) and 3-months insurance for Eastern Turkey available at the AXA office (same hall as the visa window) for TL 50 in 10 minutes only. Welcome back to civilization!

Thijs Broekhuijsen

Crossing the border at Bazargan (Iran to Turkey)

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After exactly 12 days and only 2 days before Ramadan will start, we planned to cross the border from Iran to Turkey at Bazargan. Although crossing the border at Sero might also have been an option, we didn't want to take the risk to get caught up in massive paperwork for our car so better play it safe and use a 'big' 24 hour border where they would hopefully be more experienced with cars crossing the border.

packing in Tabriz


We left the hotel at around 10:30 and it would be a 260 km ride to Bazargan. On our way to the border, we noticed long lines at gasoline stations. What's going on??? We only had about 100 km left so we needed to fill up ourselves. Thijs stopped at a gasoline station and inquired about the long lines. The people were very friendly and explained that there was a shortage and the gasoline was rationed. One of the guys he talked to recommended us to turn around, as they assumed that the gasoline station 5 km back would still be able to give us some benzine. It was a risk but we had no option. "If this doesn't work, we're stuck." said Thijs when he got back in the car. We were already nervous to cross the border today, we didn't need this extra excitement...

I guess we were lucky: we found the station 5 km back to Tabriz, were able to fill up the tank (and yes, it was rationed but probably because we do not get the Iranian subsidy (thus pay more), we were allowed to fill up completely.
We made a U-turn at a police checkpoint and were now back on route to the border. What a relief... Filling up our tank felt like emptying your bladder...

Mount Ararat in Turkey, view from Iran side



During our trip to the border, we passed Mount Ararat. This beautiful mountain is, according to the Judeo-Christian and Islamic tradition associated with Noah's Arc.

We arrived at the border at 14:15, both of us pretty nervous for the paperwork waiting for us. Fortunaltey, we didn't have to wait in line with trucks and lorries who are all waiting in a huge line starting from the bottom of the hill...

We parked our car at customs.
There were no signs, no explanation, completely unclear procedure what to do, how to get your stamps, where to go and how to proceed. Obviously, a nice Mr.Fix-it approached us, starting to pick at Thijs' paperwork and passports. Thijs made clear he would not hand out his valuable papers but we were willing to follow him into the maze of bureaucracy.
Step 1: get your exit stamp in your passport in the 'passengers departure hall'  (it took about 10 minutes per passport). There is an officer all the way in the back in a small 1 by 1 meter square office.
Step 2: go to the "passengers arriving hall" (next the departure hall), squeeze yourself, with your fixer, into the luggage check-hall and start getting the required stamps in one of the little offices.
I was not allowed in with the children (Onno was literally pushed out of the hall when he tried to enter), but peeked through the windows, like all the other people. It was madness inside. A complete chaos of people trying to get their luggage (people crossing the border with plastic bags) checked and getting the required stamps from an official who randomly decides who he will let pass and who he will block.
I have seen people being chased, slapped, pushed and yelled at. What an incredible disrespectful treatment some people had to endure...

I observed Thijs and Mr.Fix-it through the windows and saw by now he has surrendered himself: Mr. Fix-it was now walking around, holding all our important documents while Thijs followed his trail looking quite punished and apparently annoyed.
I saw them going into the same office 5 times and later Thijs would explain that the officer who needs to sign a certain paper kept sending him off somewhere else until he would give in and sign what he could have signed in the first place. This is a typical part of Iranian bureaucracy and local Iranian people have reported to us that a huge amount of corruption is usually involved. As foreigners we have never paid anything to get our paperwork done, and it is never suggested to us that we had to  (except the obvious fee for Mr.Fix-it).

When Thijs appeared back from the bureaucratic torture in the luggage check hall, he put up his thumb as a sign things are going into the right direction. So far, so good.
We now had all the paperwork cleared at the Iranian side. We went back to the car, parked with dozens of other cars while people were doing their paperwork and Thijs changed the number plates again.

We now had the Bahrain number plates back in our car, creating quite some interest from locals and police. "Bahrain?"
Mr.Fix-it went inside the office to return the transit number plates and just as Thijs was putting the second numberplate back on our car, he returned to us: "problem my friend, come with me."

I finished the numberplate (receiving lot's of strange looks). Meanwhile my nerves were making overtime. The knot in my stomach was getting bigger and bigger and I tried to read Thijs' face when he returned from the office 10 minutes later. "Dad is looking ok mom" said Noelle from the back of the car as we were all anxiously waiting for Thijs to return with good news.

The returned number plates raised some red flags with the Iranian authorities: someone in the office insanely suggested that as they came from Bandar Abbas, they should be returned there. He really, seriously expected us to drive back the 2.500 km to return Transit plates!!! "how do we get back from Bandar Abbas to Bazargan?" I thought. "With new transit license plates? That we have to return in Bandar Abbas again when we return to Bazargan??? That means we're stuck in an eternal loop?"
Mr.Fix-it apparently saw the madness of this random bureaucratic suggestion that was apparently suggested on the spot, wrapped the license plates in plastic, left them on the desk and left the office with Thijs.
Our passports were stamped, Thijs had our Carnet the Passage stamped, we had the exit-paper for our car, we passed the point of no return, now let's get the hell out of here before anyone changes his mind!!!
Thijs payed Mr.Fix-it 20 Euro's for his service.

The police showed us how to go to the border gate and here we were: almost out of Iran, gate closed on both sides.
After a 10 minute wait, the gate in front of us opened and so did the gate on the Turkish side. We parked the car on the Turkish side with 14 other cars and stared the paperwork on the Turkish side. Behind us, the gate to Iran was closed again.

The paperwork on the Turkish side seemed easier. We had to buy a visa for $20 each (payable in dollars so you really don't need to get ripped off before you enter the Iranian border to change money to Turkish Lira).
The visa-window attracts local people who offer to change money against 'desperate rate', but again, you can simply send them away as long as you have US Dollars with you.

A nice driver, who crossed the border frequently was asked by an officer to assist us through the Turkish paperwork and Thijs never got the change to thank him. He disappeared when the border opened and never requested any money.
I noticed that on the Turkish side, no officers where dressed in uniforms. It was unclear who was actually working at the border and Thijs felt reluctant, obviously, to hand over documents and passports.
The paperwork was straight forward and there were no issues or bureaucratic obstacles. It just needed to be processed but we both felt that this was do-able.

After almost an hour, the gate to Turkey opened and we continued. One more obstacle appeared in front of us: the luggage check. We were hold and we had to get all our luggage out of the car, into an x-ray machine, back in the car again. Thijs went back inside the office to arrange for insurance and both Onno and Noelle helped me to get our luggage through the machine. Again, all officers wearing pain clothes, no uniforms or name tags.
"Mom, one of the guys want to talk to you." Onno send me back to the machine.
The unofficially looking officers wanted to check the contents of one suitcase and as I opened it, I heard a big sigh: the suitcase was stuffed with our belongings and their curiousity disappeared as they looked at how much work it would be to start checking this. "close" one of them said, as they apparently didn't bother anymore...

I parked the car a few meters past the x-ray machine and Onno started to load the luggage again. He has helped his dad many times loading and unloading so he knew exactly in which order and at which spot every piece of luggage was supposed to be put.
Meanwhile, people on foot passed the border around us, all passing the x-ray machine continuing their journey.
While we were busy loading our car again, I heard voices raised, yelling and the officers slapped someone and threw him out of the office, throwing his belongings behind him.
I picked up the guys stuff and put it back in the plastic bag he was carrying. It was juice and chips and tea. The guy, who was thrown out of the office returned and looked distraught and scared and refused the plastic bag I offered him.
The officers in the office sat down again, being very satisfied about their loot and I looked at a pile of cigaretes on the floor. The guy was a cigarette smuggler and they apparently caught him. Instead of the official paperwork you would expect to document the smuggle ware, they beat him up, throw him out, and probably keep the cigarettes to themselves...

I peeked inside. Thijs has returned and arranged the insurance, Onno was almost done puzzling our belongings in our car.
"Khalaas?" I asked the officers.
Yes, we were done, we could continue, the Arabic word 'Khalaas' (Arabic for 'done') seems pretty international and it worked in Iran as well as in Turkey.

We made it! It only took us a total of 3 hours to cross the border! 

amazing view in  Eastern Turkey



vrijdag 29 juli 2011

From Hamadan to Tabriz

By far the most beautiful ride in Iran. As our GPS took us on the secondary roads, we decided to visit (80 km detour) the Unesco World Heritage Site of Takht-e Soleyman (Soleiman's throne). 






at the Takht e-soleiman site

Takht e-Soleiman


Eshfahan

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Door ons oponthoud in Bandar Abbas zijn we genoodzaakt ons reisplan aan te passen en ons verblijf in Esfahan met een dag in te korten. Het hotel was waardeloos, dus van ons kortere verblijf hadden we al snel geen spijt.
De tocht van Yazd naar Eshfahan was minder mooi dan we gehoopt hadden, maar we schoten door de snelweg wel lekker op.
We kwamen nog prachtige Karavanserai's tegen. De wegen in Iran zijn prima, het verkeer minder. Gelukkig heeft Thijs (die eigenlijk tot nu toen alles heeft gereden) genoeg geoefend in de Dominicaanse Republiek en Saudi.
Het verkeer hier slaat alles, vooral in de steden is het complete chaos.

Caravanserai
Maybod, outside Yazd

Voor we Yasd uitreden, lieten we de auto wassen. Het had ons stoer geleken om met de beschermende laag (uit de woestijn) terug te komen rijden naar Nederland, maar de laag op onze auto leek op fikse beschadiging en mensen lieten er (met autosleutels) hun handtekening in achter. Eerst was het nog leuk; toen we uit Shiraz vertrokken en iets hadden uitgeleend aan een paar backpackers, lieten ze een dank-je note achter op de voorklep.
Daarna verschenen er meer en meer boodschappen en de kans dat iemand onze auto ging beschadigen was te groot.


We brachten onze ontdek-dag in het centrum van Eshfahan door. We kuierde door de straten, door de bazaar, we kochten een mooi souvenir voor ons nieuwe huis in Leiden (Eshfahan is beroemd om zijn handwerk en kunst). Verder werden we vaak aangesproken door nieuwsgierige Iraniërs die hun Engels op ons willen oefenen.

Thijs en Noelle worden aangesproken door een Engelse lerares en haar studenten.


De Kebab komt ons inmiddels de oren uit, letterlijk. Van narigheid heb ik voor het eerst sinds 5 jaar een hamburger gegeten, al was het alleen maar om eens wat anders binnen te krijgen.
Voor de haute cuisine moet je dus vooral niet naar Iran gaan.

Tijdens een van onze zoektochten naar een eetgelegenheid, troffen we in de bazaar een traditioneel restaurant. We namen plaats op de 'day beds' en kregen ons eten geserveerd op een plastic laagje plastic.
Alle gasten in het restaurant verrekten hun nekspieren om maar niets van het buitenlands tafereel te hoeven missen. We kregen van iedereen goedkeurende glimlachjes en er werd openlijk (goedbedoeld) geroddeld over die maffe buitenlanders.
We klungelden gezellig op het kleed. Schoven onze benen in kleermakerszit om vervolgens binnen 10 minuten kramp te krijgen. De sfeer was desondanks geweldig, het was een traditioneel restaurant waar kennelijk alleen de locals kwamen.
Je mag drie keer raden wat er op het menu stond...




donderdag 28 juli 2011

Disconnected

Just a quick word to let you know that we're all fine but unable to blog due to internet restrictions. This is extremely frustrating as we have blogs and photo's ready to share with you. We hope to cross the border to Turkey tomorrow after spending 12 impressive days in Iran.
See you soon!

Even laten weten dat alles goed is met ons. We kunnen helaas niet bloggen en foto's uploaded ivm restricties op het internet. Heel frustererend want we hebben foto's klaar en blogs klaar om op onze site te delen. Morgen hopen we de grens met Turkije over te steken, na 12 indrukwekkende dagen in Iran.
Tot gauw!

dinsdag 26 juli 2011

Yazd

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Yazd lag niet op onze planning maar op advies van Iran Silk Tours (het reisbureau in Nederland die de hotels voor ons in Iran vooraf hielp boeken), was Yazd de moeite van de omweg waard. Het klopt. Yazd lag iets oostelijker en was een uurtje of vijf rijden. Het was een prachtige rit er naar toe.
Toen we er bijna waren, ontdekten we een prachtig zandkasteel. We reden er naar toe en stapten uit. Het zandkasteel is een Karavanserai en de hele streek is ermee bezaaid. (ongeveer elke 30 kilometer, in totaal zijn er 999 volgens de Lonely Planet, het meest populaire boek onder backpackers in Iran).


Karavanserai

Yazd lag op de zijderoute en ook Marco Polo heeft deze stad bezocht. Yazd was smoorheet en we kwamen veel van de voor ons uit Bahrein bekende windtorens tegen.
We logeerden in het backpackershotel Silk Road Hotel en werden ondergebracht in hotel Orient aan de overkant. Het was er supergezellig en we kwamen veel reizigers tegen. Het deed ons weer aan vroeger denken, toen we zelf met rugzakken rondreisden. Vooral voor de kinderen is het leuk om te zien hoe jongeren, budget rondreizen. Uiteraard waren we wel een vreemde eend in de bijt: we rijden in een eigen auto, komen niet met een rugzak maar met koffers en we reizen met twee teenagers.


Onno en Noelle in backpackers hotel Silk Road Hotel in Yasd

We aten de eerste avond in het hotel tussen alle andere gasten die al schrijvend, bloggend, lezend of kletsend de avond met elkaar doorbrachten. Eindelijk konden we eens iets anders dan Kebab eten, het kwam ons al snel de oren uit.
Het hotel krijgt in ieder geval de nominatie van lekkerste Griekse Salade en gezelligste atmosfeer.
De bedden in Iran zijn echter een complete nachtmerrie: de matrassen zijn (als je geluk hebt) 5 cm dik en is niet meer dan een zak met vulling. Voor mijn rug dus hartstikke link want als ik door mijn rug ga, zijn we verder van huis.
We hebben echter drie bedden meer dan we nodig hebben op onze kamer, dus we leggen de overige 'matrassen' op ons bed.
Midden in de nacht kloppen de kinderen op de deur: de airco is kapot en ze kunnen van de hitte niet slapen. Er wordt even flink met matrassen gesleept en de kinderen slapen op onze reservebedden verder.

We hadden een Yazd-dag ingecalculeerd maar door de interessante mensen die we tijdens het ontbijt tegenkomen, vertrekken we later dan gepland voor de wandeling uit het hotel. Hoewel het smoorheet was, maakten we een mooie wandeling door de vele gangetjes, steegjes en smalle straatjes van Yazd. Bij de bakker kopen we vers brood en we vergeten het geld drie keer aan te bieden als hij het ons gratis geeft. Iedereen die we onderweg tegenkomen zegt: "welkom in Iran." of "hello, how are you?" of "what are you from?" ("an onion" wilde Onno eens bijna antwoorden toen het hem de zoveelste keer werd gevraagd...). In de Moskee koelen we even af en raken aan de praat met Iraanse toeristen.


afkoelen in de moskee


Tussen 12 en 5 is elke stad waar we tot nu toe zijn geweest uitgestorven. We beginnen te snappen waarom: het is snik en snikheet. We gaan ook terug naar het hotel voor een break. Thijs valt in slaap, ik lees de Lonely Planet en de kinderen gaan een moskee en een tempel bouwen in een game op mijn laptop. Ik doe even snel een handwasje (want Noelle en ik hebben niet veel lange blouses voor Iran bij ons) en om een uur of vijf gaan we naar de Towers of Silence.
Het ligt 15 kilometer buiten de stad en het blijkt een indrukwekkende site. De torens werden tot 40 jaar geleden nog gebruikt voor 'begrafenis-ritueel' door de Zoroastrians (een heel oude en uitstervende religie in de streek).

bij de Towers of Silence in Yazd


Was Yazd de moeite waard, zullen we ons afvragen als we de stad weer uitrijden? Ja, absoluut, het hotel was het gezelligste hotel tot nu toe en de omgeving was absoluut de moeite waard.

Volgende etappe: van Yazd naar Eshfahan

vrijdag 22 juli 2011

Impressies van Shiraz


Het is ons gelukt om een proxy server te downloaden zodat we weer bij Twitter, Facebook en Blogger kunnen.
Dank je wel Niels voor het posten van alle andere blogs tijdens onze eerste dagen in Iran.
Je bent nog niet van ons af; de proxy server is behoorlijk slecht, vaak overloaded en het internet is traag...
Het zal allemaal gemakkelijker zijn als we eenmaal in Turkije zijn.

Met onze reis naar Shiraz is ook eindelijk onze reis terug naar huis begonnen. We rekenen de papiernachtmerrie in Bandar Abbas niet mee. Ik stel voor om het maar helemaal te vergeten, Khalas!

We zitten in een pitoresque hotel in Shiraz maar het matras is minder pitoresque.
We zijn nu in de provincie Fars, ook wel bekend als de Cradle of civilization.
Gister hebben we in de stad rondgebanjerd en vandaag hebben we Persepolis bezocht evenals de graftombe van Darius the Great, King of Kings.

Het is heel bijzonder om tourist te zijn in een land wat niet de meest voordehandliggende plek is om naar toe te gaan maar het heeft ontzettend veel historisch en culturele locaties te bieden.
We hebben wel andere reizigers ontmoet, maar niemand die net als ons met een gezin (of eigen auto) reizen. We komen voornamelijk backpackers tegen.
We worden ontzettend aangestaard en aangesproken maar het is niet irritant of opdringerig.
Veel mensen willen een praatje met ons maken, hun Engels met ons oefenen of met ons op de foto. De meeste mensen echter leggen hun hand op hun borst, buigen hun hoofd en heten ons welkom.
Ontzettend vriendelijk en iedereen is behulpzaam.
We zijn er maar mee gestopt om te doen alsof we geen tourist zijn, er is met onze verschijning geen beginnen aan. Je kunt net zo goed met de Lonely Planet Gids en je camera rondlopen.
Geniet van onze foto's, het is slechts een kleine impressie van onze indrukken in Shiraz.
Morgen vertrekken we uit Shiraz naar Yazd, weer een stapje dichter bij onze bestemming, Leiden.
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Family picture in Shriraz



kid playing in the mosque



Mullah in the Mosque



This is by so far Onno's favorite picture



parking lot at the hotel, also very picturesque...



buying sunflowers for Noelle



Persepolis entrance



our car at the tomb of the King of Kings, Darius




taking the kids on a long, hot and early day of sightseeing has exhausted them


Impressions from Shiraz


We have managed to download a free proxy server, so we can access Twitter, Facebook and Blogger again (and do a google search and read the BBC website again...).
A big thanks to Niels, our son who stayed in the Netherlands and did most of the uploading and putting tweets on our twitter account.
You're not done yet Niels, the proxy server is really crappy (as is the internet) so we do need your help! We should be okay once we reach Turkey, next week.

With our trip to Shiraz, our journey back home actually finally really started. We don't count the paperwork-nightmare days in Bandar Abbas as part of the journey. I suggest we simply forget about it. Khalas!

We're in a picturesque hotel in Shiraz but the bed-mattress is not very picturesque...
The province of Fars, also known as the cradle of civilization.
We've spend our day yesterday exploring the city of Shiraz and today visited the ancient city of Persepolis and the tomb of Darius the Great, King of Kings.

It's fascinating to be a tourist in a country that is not the obvious touristic location but does have lot of beautiful historical and cultural sites to offer. Although we have met many other travellers, we haven't met any families, like us, only backpackers. We definitely create lots of stares and comments. Sometimes, people actually politely approach us and ask us if they are allowed to take a picture of us. Many of them just simply welcome us, putting their hand on their chest and bending their head.
Iranian people are by far most the friendliest people we have ever came accross.
We have stopped to try to act as a tourist. You can't hide it anyway and you might as well walk around with the Lonely Planet Guide and your camera.
Hope you enjoy our pictures, showing you our impression of Shiraz.
Tomorrow we will be leaving Shiraz again, travelling to Yazd, one step closer to home in Leiden...
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Family picture in Shriraz

kid playing in the mosque

Mullah in the Mosque

This is by so far Onno's favorite picture

parking lot at the hotel, also very picturesque...

buying sunflowers for Noelle

Persepolis entrance

our car at the tomb of the King of Kings, Darius


taking the kids on a long, hot and early day of sightseeing has exhausted them