Wednesday 26 May 2010
We decide this morning not to go again to Tabriz in the city. We want the direction of the Caspian Sea. We leave at Miyaneh the main road and drive à Khalkhal. From here we drive to Kholur, from here we want to take the wheel track to Masuleh. Even the asphalt road is constantly interrupted because of construction work. We are controlled by the police and have almost returned to the post in order to make copies of passports. Fortunately we have copies here. When we moved again and drives us to ask us for directions at once, jerking twitching, requires a car, until we reach the crossing, the real road have taken. At the height we photograph nor the gathering clouds - and are suddenly in the middle. Fast flying blind curves, we by the high mountains of the promised forests is too long to see anything. We hope to arrive somewhere. Suddenly, the shadowy mist high in trees on the roadside. Then colorful lights and the city Masuleh appears before us, the gift shops are illuminated brightly. We see a tent are - so there is a campground, but which is accessible only on foot. We can park in the bus park. We go through a round which, as we see but the next morning, tourist strip.
It says something that looks like a beer garden, maybe we get something to eat. A young man who works here seems to refers to us but to the restaurant of the hotel "Masuleh. Sitting here, no one from the store also provides quite expensive. Since we will probably eat in the car. We take a small shop or a bottle of Coke and a non-alcoholic beer. Matt asks if you can buy coffee Ness, because he wants to fill our coffee supplies. The shop owner sends us back to the little "beer garden". Here are small, self-assembled tables and benches with beautiful woven rugs occupied. We just got everyone a hot water and a sachet of coffee, and still is to me a plate of delicious food anzuschauendem carried out. So what will Matt too. And so we get everyone a mixed salad, fried falafel, and a family pack of bread. Fortified, we walk to the car, Matt was looking forward to his beer. It has even opened a few drops landed in the shopping bag, but tastes good, like root beer. After our obligatory Rummy round we go to sleep. Next to us in the parking lot has in an Iranian family comfortable on a rug made, father, mother and two little boys ready 1 hour before midnight, a late picnic, there is something sizzling. Suddenly, before we know it is, where exactly was only a carpet, a small tent. They sleep four, as we are, in the parking lot, we at the edge of it in the middle under the village linden tree. But not for long. Begins at midnight a terrible noise. A large truck, fully loaded runs on the pitch and is discharged by some men loudly. Matt has gone to "Watch out" position. There are several major parts to be unloaded may be all fronts of small shops or large shop window, to one or two baths, wood pallets and other things. Then a smaller truck driving behind the first. On these then come directly from loading area to load area again this type of shop windows, tanks until you realize that it is not so fit. The tanks will be pushed back, new windows reloaded, it rattles, I break something, the tanks are coming back to the van and then everything is already on the court, charged at the small truck. How it fits, we do not understand, but it fits. What remains is only a broken wooden pallet and 6, disturbed in their sleep campers.
Thursday 27.Mai2010
morning the place looks almost again as if nothing had happened. The four campers are already awake and we get up and eat breakfast. Then we want to see us the hamlet. The dealers are already here and it is traded with candy, crafts and trade. We walk along the creek, whose waters are also conducted in a railing running down the street. Above the village of Bach comes as a waterfall from the mountains through which we came the day before with no visibility. In one house, laundry is washed, the foam is on the road.
We will also buy souvenirs, two small hand Webt ashes. Postcards are here, in spite of the tourist flow, almost all Iranians, no. On the way to the parking lot I notice an older woman sitting on a carpet between two cars. It calls something, but I do not know if they are asked if they want to sell something, and since Matt is already pre-run, I go after him. When we are ready, the parking is locked with a chain. During the day it costs here. With 10,000 riyals we solve from the car and drive down towards the Caspian Sea. We walk past a barrier, it seems that here also cashed already. Along the road there are many more restaurants. There are small huts on stilts, as we have already seen in Turkey and elsewhere in Iran. The open sides can be sealed with cloth or tarpaulin, and so from sun, wind, rain and protect mainly looks. Whether the meals are allowed and then only the "rent" for the cottage is due, we have not figured out.
Along the road we see more and more rice fields. The water that comes from the mountains, is dammed again and again, nothing is wasted in the Caspian Sea.
Around noon we starting to get hungry on the road and discover a restaurant. We are lucky, it's a family restaurant and has a separate room where families can sit. Us simultaneously enter several Families, the guest room. A man who speaks very good English helps Matt with the procedure of ordering. Namely, you get a piece of paper. Arabic, labeled down on the table to be written at the behind the various courts, the number must be on how often you would like to order them. Matt looks so into the kitchen and ordered salad, yogurt, meat skewer and kebab skewer. To do this, but for everyone, rice can be ordered, what else in this rice-growing area. Add to that the obligatory family pack of pita bread. It is applied, to we will get a plate of butter and cut in half, peeled onions. The waiter we mean that the bulbs and the butter to the rice. The taste but also excellent Sun It is very long grain, aromatic and smells good. Cooking is probably a specific, time-consuming procedure undergone. Our mentor, who also told that he was only in Germany at CeBIT, advises us to order or a special sauce to prevent the rice is too dry. The sauce is delicious, it is probably from haschiertem meat, vegetables and broth.
The other family, 10 adults, has spread across two tables. Are you asking for the original table where we sit now, with a greater push together. We are offering to move the table, but it do they know anything, they wave off laughing. I only listen to several times the word "Masuleh," and when the others will go, I recognize the woman. It was the one who had sat on the mat between two cars. We're waving, laughing again and away they are. We pay, give a tip, which is probably in Iran is not as common, and have to remain for tea.
We reach the coast and find a campsite on the beach, an exhilarating feeling in a long coat with scarf. But here perhaps the loose morals. Scantily clad men go swimming, even though prescribed by the "moral police" view protection and torn disappeared. The whole beach is well documented, there are bungalows for rent as well, only the toilets is a disaster. Forget it.
Friday 28 May 2010
From the campsite we drive today, not sword. Still left and right are rice fields of the street, who started just behind Masuleh. We drive along the Caspian Sea, now not very far. We find a hotel right on the beach. Matthew looks at the room, we have to wait until 17:00 clock until it is cleaned.
Matt wants to take the car in the yard or provide to the beach, but we must not only from 22:00 clock. Apparently wants to leave their cars for advertising purposes on the road. The other guests drive their cars not until 22:00 clock away from the road. The room will cost $ 20 . It is clean, no comparison to Tabriz, but the towels are missing. We still had no opportunity in the Internet information on the political situation in our destination countries, mainly Kyrgyzstan sought. We were in the vicinity of the hotel saw a very modern "fast food restaurant and hoped there are any wireless connection, but nothing. Matthew indulges in a delicious hot dog , and also the manners were quite relaxed. the hotel are a lot of young families with small children and infants. Next to us a young family lives with a baby.
we sit on the patio and play rummy, come out as our neighbors. And suddenly, Matt is sitting in her sight, she takes off the scarf.
Then the nightmare begins, a beach disco. Until late in the middle of the night, the pounding bass of Iranian disco and rap music. The children in the rooms woke up and the neighbors had to bring her baby back to sleep. But the music continued at least until 01:00 clock.
Saturday 29 May 2010
Today we want to continue towards the border with Turkmenistan. We provide a continental breakfast in the hotel, it costs extra and even with the 20 $ is not it, now it's 35th We pay and drive off.
Search at Gorgan we in the forests of Nahar Khoran for the "Tourist Inn" say it is not. Since the publication of the book has probably already changed a lot. We drive on and on, in the Turkmen steppes, where we had hoped for a parking spot outside, but the desert is a single grain field. Man is busy with the harvest. There are apparently many propelled harvesters, to stand next to the fields again and again small tent villages, the men sit in front of the tents and small mountains of cereal grains that are stored here, are probably part of the reward. In some places there are long queues of trucks of different sizes. It is loose or in sacks of harvested wheat. The trucks are , apparently very slow to unload here. Man, is on, under and beside the cars to some extent gemütlich gemacht, rechnet wahrscheinlich mit längeren Wartezeiten. Wir fahren immer weiter, bis wir in Minu Dasht, am Ortsausgang, ein Hotel finden. Wir fahren gleich in den Hof, das Hotel liegt ab von der Strasse in einem Park. Es fällt die verblasste Noblesse auf. Hier sind früher sicher besser Leute abgestiegen. Matthias handelt mit Hilfe eines älteren Herrn, der gerade auf Besuchsreise in Schottland war, einen Preis von 30€ aus. Ursprünglich waren wohl 50€ angesetzt, aber das hat der ältere Mann dem Hotelbesitzer wohl ausgeredet, wir bekommen einen „special price“.
Der Gast, der sich so für uns eingesetzt hat, schickt uns noch Obst auf’s Room. The refrigerator in the room hissed when breathed the spirit of the early guests. We chat a bit, then the Lord sends us more fruit to your room. With thousands of frogs Quakkonzert we fall asleep.
Sunday 30 . May 2010
After we had breakfast in the room, we head towards Turkmen border
In neighboring we believe our eyes: A Tischer cabin is on the main car park of the town .
We stop, of course. Four Swiss, a couple and two children from French-speaking Switzerland have stayed here. They wanted as we spend the night in the desert, but was harassed at night by young moped riders and then "fled".
you have stayed at the police station in the village. A small table meeting in Iran.
directly in Quchan near the border, we buy some more food and get off just before the border. Here we find Matt to review a place where nobody can see us and also to find the Traces for a long time none was - except for the shepherds who honor us at night 23:30. Call and light up with their huge halogen lamps until Matthias reports. You move on, the rest of the night, we remain undisturbed.
Monday 31 May 2010
The landscape becomes more mountainous. On a steep slope is a truck, behind the wheels he has laid stones, apparently trusts the driver brakes of his car but not 100%. The man has black hands and ask us already familiar with the gesture to water, but to not drink, apparently an water hose burst on his truck, he has the Damage repaired and now is his empty cooler, because the 3 Liter, we give him out of a can bubble up, straight into Sun He probably will at some other passing vehicles have to scrounge together the water. But that will not be his last problem. Soon after, we come to Bajgiran the Iranian border town. Here the waiting trucks are already at km before the border. We come then to the first checkpoint and are admitted at passport control by an Iranian truck drivers. He says only that the case of a waiting period of 5 days and no longer carries weight. We will be handled swiftly to the Iranian side
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