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Republic of Karakalpakstan, Uzbekistan
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Republic of Karakalpakstan, Uzbekistan
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Posted by michael at 7th August 2012 at 13:10
Kickin ass in Tehran at the moment this place is truly hilarious I feel as if im famous with all the people wanting to say hi to us, or it could be that they keep thinging sam is Brad Pitt.
Tried to hit up paintball today though it was closed but instead was invited out for dinner and drinks by some heaps nice girl she could have been chasing a little bit of the Pitt you know. Not sure how her father will feel about that also not sure what drinks mean am scared they may be non alcoholic beers to which i would rather drink straight petrol instead of that wretched stuff would be cheaper to at AUD 20c a litre. SAm and triso are keen to try to get their tune on as apparently she was wearing a badass head scarf which means she like to go to partys (says some random guy).
Bowel has returned to normal if anyone was still interested.
Went to a museum today....felt like banging my head into a wall that had shards of glass protruding from it, why the hell do people go to them so boring as is 10 pin bowling and i apoligise to all those keen bowlers out there with there own ball haha you have your own bowling ball deadset. MEanwhile we played 10 pin bowling today as paintball was not open it was less than exciting to say the least. Did though get invited to disney land not sure what it was but was a kind offer.
Exciting cab ride, no seat belts nearly crashed several times with tyres locking up was quite enjoyable sort of like a roller coaster.....just with a greater chance of death cant wait to try the motor bike taxies it seems from what ive seen you can get 3 blokes on there but reckon we could push it to 4. Will let you know results or may not due to catching a slight case of death.
HAve learnt the road rules in tehran now these include:
Red Lights - optional
driving up one way street wrong way is sweet as long as your beeping your horn
blinkers not necessary
stop signs - optional
2 lane roads can be made in to 4 if your creative enough
footpaths can be used as motorbike lanes if you like
trucks are not needed for delivery of your new plasma tv just get your mate to hold it on the back of your moto and negotiate the roads as usual
when crossing on the road by foot just walkout they should stop for you.
Heading east tomorrow on way to turkmensitan and hells door big burning hole in middle of no where sounds killer.
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Well due to popular demand and nagging it seems my 160 character blogs are not enough for some.
the other day we drove from tabriz to rasht and when we got to rasht we wanted to swim in the caspian sea so we took a heap of back streets and i mean backstreets and ended up at a military post with about 10 soldiers in it. There was a gate besides their post which looked like it would lead to the sea so we stopped and asked whether we could go through it. One soldier who spoke a little english asked what we were doing and we just explained we wanted to swim and was it cool to drive through the gate he was like yeah you go through drive 1km and go swimming no problem so we thanked them and had a quick chat and drove through. We were stopped by some old man saying no dont go down there and then two military guys on a motorbike camp up and they were saying follow us follow us and they escorted us to the ocean. We got there got out and started having a chat and they were so accomodating saying welcome to my country you go for a swim but be careful its very dangerous. We had no idea what was so dangerous about it its got no swell so just we like oh yeah and asked if we could camp there. He was saying yeah no problem you are safe here and gave me his mobile number and if there was any problem to call us. He also asked about what we thought about Iran before coming and we said the media sort of portarys Iran as bad but we have had nothing but great things happen in Iran and the people are awesome. He is like 'are you a terrorist?' I was saying 'umm no not a terrorist' and hes said 'no no a tourist' had a mad laugh over that they are damn dfunny dudes. We shook hands and they left, we then got changed and just as were about to head into the water the chief of police came down in a hillux with the sirens on so we waited for a minute to see what was going on. The same dude was there to translate a little and put a long story short teh chief wasnt to happy about us swimming and camping there as it was unsafe. He did though say that we were all very beautiful and tried on trisos sunnies. Then a random dude and girl came over to see what was happening and we all got semi chatting. Then one of the army guys was like this is my sister you will go to our house and have dinner to which we couldnt refuse so we jumped back in the car and made our way back to the army post. on the way we could hear them yelling through the loudspeaker in the car "you are so beautiful so beautiful" and getting us to pull up besides them and yelling funny stuff to them and at us. WE left them at the military post after a few handshakes and followed this dude and girl on a motorbike through some dark dirt roads through the bush at one point he stopped and said "dont worry its dark but follow dont be scared" which was awesome. After a 5 minutes we ended up at there house and we welcomed in. Turns out they are brother and sister and the army bloke wasnt related at all he just palmed us off. So we washed our feet and sat on the carpet aroud 9 right at the end of the fasting for ramadan. The dad then rocked up and seemed a little hesitant at first but quickly got chatting. When i say chatting its in broken english at best and a lot of finger pointing and sign making. We ate some melon and they asked if we were still hungry which of course we were sto it turned out the dad was a farmer and owned a store so we jumped in his car and he drove us in to town to his shop. We grabbed a heap of kebabs and went back to their house to wail on them heaps tasty ehhh bar the gerkin. Then Arman the sons mate turned up and was super stoked and trying to get his chat on as well, then the local imam (or religious leader dude), we spoke to a dude on the phone who was a member of parliament, their aunty rocked up and it was on for young and old. They were so nice offering tea, we watched the olympics as an Iranian was competing in the weight lifting and he came second they even offered for us to sleep at their house but we felt we were imposing so asked if they knew where we could camp but were not totally sure they knew what we mean. Eventually after many photos we were lead by a convoy of motorbikes and a car again down some dark roads that looked like they would lead to nowhere but did turn up at a place with a lot of sand. This is around 1am and there were lots of people out listening to music chatting and playing volleyball (apparently quite big over here) because of ramadan. So Habib (the father) haggled the price down for us to sleep in one of the timber huts. We all said goodbye and made our ways but there was a promise of volleyball and swimming the next day Aus vs Iran. We slept in the hut on the timber floor which turned out to be pretty comfy strangely.
The next day round 9 Arman and Mohammad (Arman's mate) rocked up and we jumped in the ocean for a bit of frisby and a swim. IT was quite funny as they kept saying be careful its dangerous someone died yesterday here. The water was chest height for about 60m out at least so i have no idea how they died there were even a few life guards there. We mucked around for a while and then the life guard started blowing the whistle to get out (we didnt know we were in the womens swimming area. We then played some sweet as volley ball and got smashed by them they were so fucking good and it was 2 of them aganist 3 of us. We were then sitting in the shade when 3 cops rocked up which the guys werent to happy about and they came over and had a quick chat, after a while we thought it may be time to make tracks to tehran so was going to jump in the water and wash off and then leave. When we got up the main police dude (looked like a sergeant) asked for a passport so sam ran and grabbed it. Sam then came back saying he wanted all of our passports so went back and got them and gave them over to a smiling sergant saying its ok everything is ok with just a bit too bigger smile on his face which was a little unsettling. I then had brief thoughs of bogan aussies in gaol in Iran for wearing shorts, swimming in womens area and having tattoos (illegal over here just found out). The sergant then explained he would have to check them and it would take an hour so while my pants filled with shit we went for a walk with Arman and Mohammad. I felt a little sorry for the guys cause obviously it seemed the police were a pretty big presence in their lives and are always there in the back ground. We went for another swim shirt on this time and came back and everything was all good. All the cops were pretty nice blokes and helpful telling us how to get to tehran so turned out to be all good. Hats off to the Iranian people they are bloody awesome, you wouldnt find this many people back home just wanting to chat and welcome you into our country.
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