Race with the Bus and truck, and John Barry, Australia city of Yazd was a pleasant place to relax, and the hotel we eventually found was a very quiet and nice. That morning, when we had to leave, we walked along a small bazaar and shops, which sell all sorts of goods: from bread to meat. Was there even Bikes scored an old rusty bicycle, which reminded me of those that can be seen under water at the bottom of reservoirs. So awful they looked. Saying goodbye to the hotel staff that is so good about taking care of us during our stay, we went to the city of Kerman. Now we both knew that the next few days will be very difficult for us because our way lay through the most eastern region of Iran, the territory of which almost none of the travelers did not hear anything, and where almost no one has ever been. The hotel where we spent the previous night, was great, but empty. We even asked to pay in advance, despite the fact that at the reception were our passports. In addition, we were asked to pay in Rials (currency of Iran, ca. Perevi.) The full amount of 720 thousand, which was unfortunate, because we expected to pay our bills for the hotel in U.S.. Fortunately, the local currency, we had enough to pay, and, of course, we realize that to get rid of riyals before we leave. Away from prying eyes Today our trip was not without adventure. We rode 350 km through the city of Bam, through the territories affected by the earthquake of 1993, which killed tens of thousands of people. Further our path lay through the city of Zahedan. We thought that we will arrive at the Hotel Tourist Hotel "even earlier than planned. It is located in the town Mirdzhave, 5 km from the Pakistani border. We had to pass the scene of an accident in which a truck carrying melons, crashed into the oncoming car, which he turned over on its side and across the road was littered melons! Locals squeezed forward to collect them and clear the road. Then, at the entrance to Zahedan, in a major roadblock, we first stopped by the police. It turned out that this is where all the "tourists" to gather in groups to accompany then to the Pakistani border. Repair of the hotel, of course, our car was of great interest. The policeman checked our passports, looked into the car and asked me to show my photos. I expect that I will order them to delete everything, but I was just warned not to photograph more in this strategic part of the country. At least, it seems that I was told just that. Then we met a young girl, she's only 20, and she told us that she was brought to the checkpoint from the bus stop to have from here forward to the border. Sarah was the name of the girl was an amazing young adventurer. Canadian of Italian descent, she left home at age 16 and has since traveled to the disputed territories and zones of conflict. All this we learned from it while waiting for police escort, who would accompany us to the post Mirdzhava and then to the border. About an hour we waited for our escort group, but the reality was more prosaic - there was a young soldier stopped the local machine, and sat in it, along with Sarah and told us that we went after them. So we drove up to the next checkpoint, where he again became something coming. Then, rather pompous boss, clearly overheated in the sun, I decided that we were in a car seat for a soldier escorts, Sara, and ourselves. It seems that my friend John could not believe what was happening, assuming that it is impossible to stick as many people in our car. And you know what? It was not impossible. The soldier was sitting practically on the lap of John and Sarah settled down next to me at the door while I was driving to our next destination. Drive was a little uncomfortable because I was almost on the gearbox, and Sarah has a leg cramp! It looked pretty funny. Sorry we have not removed it on camera. But we made it safely where it was necessary, until the next checkpoint, and after meeting with the new team of police, who are now responsible for our movement, we somehow made it clear that we have booked a room in the Tourist Hotel in Mirdzhave. Another noisy debate, and we hit the road. We were told that the border is already closed for the night and that morning we drive you to it directly from the hotel "Tourist Hotel" And here we were in a very small room, near the local mosque and began to prepare for adventure the next day. We hoped to get to the city of Quetta to the night the next day, but we had to stop much earlier. The fact that we had to move all the time and a half hours ahead, and this resulted in a 5-hour time difference from London. So, very soon our adventures in Iran will end, and begin a new chapter - Pakistan. Read more:
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