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B: We had nearly made it. Just $52 for a Turkmen visa, and we could take the head scarves off and get our legs out-freedom was extremely close! But the fee wasn't as easily paid as we anticipated. Despite providing the correct amount in legal tender, the border office wouldn't accept an aged $50 note (as our journey continued we realised that this ageist attitude?? to dollars prevailed throughout Eurasia! [E: It is rather silly- a wad of crisp counterfeit ...
... has taken its toll. We have to eat something. So that's our first mission. We both have pumpkin samosas and grilled aubergines. Not sure one would come to Uzbekistan for its cuisine either!
*Khiva is buzzing in the late afternoon sun as the locals prepare the old town for the annual 'Melon Festival'. Stalls are being set up and melons & pumpkins of all sizes & types are being displayed. We are told VIPs ( competition judges ) are due to arrive at 6 p.m. Each ...
Friday 8th August 2014
*We breakfast from provisions in our truck, not our hotel. Today there is no need for the 'Iran Kit' SG wears a skirt for the first time in 2 weeks and abandons her headscarf. For an hour or so it feels somewhat odd.
*We meet Rustam our guide for the next two days until we enter Uzbekistan. He's a nice guy with reasonable English. His origins are half Farsi and half Russian. Russian is his mother language. We are going on a ...
Thursday, August 7 2014
*Today is border day. Although the drive from Mashhad to Ashgabat is only 200 or so km, we want to leave early. You just never know how long border crossings will take.
*We load the car prior to our 7 a.m. breakfast. The shops outside the hotel are already open. You can buy jewellery, clothes, whatever, at this early hour. The pilgrims to Holy Mashhad not only pray a lot but apparently shop til they drop too.
... and interpret on our behalf.
Mid-afternoon saw us on the roads again, trousers off and shorts on once we were away from the traditional areas, convoying with the Hearty Boys to see some of the local sights and driving up and over a plateau at the summit of a range of hills that seemed to stretch endlessly. Our original convoy was now scattered across Iran, breakdowns and wrong turnings having made trying to re-group pointless, the general assumption was ...