Multan bazaar
23.04
We wake up pretty late. The house where we sleep is covered with dust and there is no furniture. We pitched the bottom part of our tent and it is not bad at all. The friends of the guy who accommodated us, came in the morning and, we spoke about politics for a while and we went out for a walk.
Somewhere in Pakistan
19.04
This is our second day living at the police station. We made a lair out of chairs and two plastic mat we bought to cover our sleeping mats. We have the feeling that we are here for weeks now. The day begins with drinking tea and chatting with our friends – the policemen. The boss who is short and lean but wiry, has his pants girded up to his belly button and looks like some general from the past, invites us at his cabinet to chat and watch TV. In a while a policeman shows up and gives us his laptop so we can use the Internet. Like this the day passes quickly. We can’t wait for tomorrow to come – there are so many things we want to see.
16.04
Around 8 o’clock our friends drive us down town and we catch shared taxi with some other people. The prices are high (around 3$ per person) for only 60-70 km. On the road we see a group of around 40 Balochi people, lined-up under the sun. We think that they are waiting for a group of white jeeps that we passed by some time ago. They looked really impressive with their “white pajamas” and Kalashnikov guns.
Park in Iran
13.04
In the morning we wake in the cool park where we pitched our tent and after breakfast and making our morning toilet at the mosque’s bathrooms we go for a walk. Around noon it gets pretty hot and it is even more difficult for me to bear because I wear black dress and black veil on my head. All the day I enjoy the holes under my armpits that Mommy (that is how everyone call my mother – even my friends) made for my Iranian dress – the good thing is nobody sees them but they keep me cool.
Landscape in Iran
10.04
We eat some breakfast and leave with the truck of Abdullah again. We decide to not enter Tabriz because our time in Iran is very limited and we saw the city few years ago. So we head directly to Zahedan – the border town between Iran and Pakistan.
08.04
We wake up from not so good sleep but really happy that we are again at home – on the Road. We greet our neighbor – the homeless guy and we leave to look for bus tickets to Iran. As always in Turkey people start treating us with endless cups of black tea that is typically served in small cute glasses. Everyone is really polite and there are good vibes flowing among the people. We had breakfast consisting of really delicious biurek (cheese pasty) and another 5-6 cups of black tea. Then we board on the bus to Dogubayazid – a town in Turkey near the border with Iran.
Magic Kervan 