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Today does two years that me and Alexandra knew eachother in Brasov. Not me nor her had imagined ourselves this day, that innocent meeting was joining our paths and which we would end up sharing adventures and destinations. I haven’t imagined that that charming girl could be the girl that i could share my life with. And today, this possibility is more real than ever, in spite of the fact that i am also conscious that my previous relations were finished always after two years. In any case, we want both to be together. We are ready to risk to keep sharing adventures and destinations. Tomorrow we will leave Istanbul again, and Alexandra will have the option of turning home and me to send her home more difficult. Definitely we are betting to be together forever. Tomorrow we will leave Istanbul because here we have not been able to solve any visa. Yesterday we visited the consulate of Iran, where they recommended obtaining a letter of invitation through an agency in Internet, that has informed us that they could carry out the letter of invitation for us in about 10 days. Today we have wanted to visit the consulate of Pakistan, but after circulating and looking for it for two hours, we have discovered that the consulate had changed address, and I have ended up deciding to go tomorrow towards Ankara, where the majority of embassies are concentrated in a single neighbourhood. This way, we have been able to make use of the rest of the day to celebrate our anniversary, walking and finally dining in a restaurant. Today, as yesterday, we have had time to walk, letting us captivate through the traditional and touristic atmosphere of Sultanhmet or former neighbourhood of Istanbul. We have passed some very nice moments again, but I have realised at night that we could have made use of these walks to visit some of the splendid monuments of Istanbul: Aya Sofya, the palace Topkapi, the palace Dolmbahce... We have decided to visit them when we return from the journey to Asia, although it does not stop being a resolution out of time, because if everything goes well we will not return to Istanbul in less than 8 or 10 months, and if I have not visited the monuments during the other three stays in the city, who knows what will happen the fourth time. Ankara (see on map) 20/06/2008:
When we arrived Ankara last Thursday, now it does a little more than one week, immediately we put ourselves to work and before nothing we visited the embassy of Pakistan to carry out the visa. But it was not a good beginning, because almost without looking at us they informed us that they could not carry out the visa for us because we were not residents in Turkey and had to carry out the visa from our countries of residence. It seems to be that an international norm according to which only the resident of a country can ask for visa starts to be extended in the embassies of this country, that will do impossible journeys as ours, in the face of the impossibility of programming you visa or to know exact dates with a year of anticipation. In any case, without losing the expectation, we next went to the embassy of India where they informed us that they could carry out the visas for us if we took an extract of my bank account and a reservation of plane thicket to them. In the same Indian embassy we met an Italian who also travelled to India and told us that we could do a booking of the thicket for very few money in any travel agency. Afterwards we invited the Italian to take a tea (from his aspect already I deduced that he did not have too much money) and he immediately explained his history to us. Was called Davide and had studied to be a franciscan monk (of the humble order of san Francisco de Assís), but that same day when we met him he had thrown the Bible in the rubbish because he did not believe in it any longer. He commented that the Bible, from the beginning only shows how to kill. On the other hand, he also explained that the franciscans do not live as modestly as they should, because their dress costs about 600 dollars and they are always received with abundant feasts and delicious wines. The following day we returned to the Indian embassy and they agreed to carry out the visas, which we had to pass to search after a week, today was Friday. Next we went to the embassy of Spain so that they made me a card of recommendation for the embassy of Pakistan (Davide had explained to us that with the letter we could obtain the visa), and on Monday, after doing some turns to find the consulate of Romania, we obtained another card of recommendation for Alexandra. On Tuesday we returned to the embassy of Pakistan and this time they treated us a little better but, after making us return in the afternoon, they informed us that at the most they could give us a transit visa of 7 days. Considering it in a complete way insufficient, I left well annoyed with the intention of trying it again from Iran, if we obtain the visa, because we are carrying it out on Internet and they have at the moment not communicated anything to us. Although to carry out the visas has been the main reason that has entertained us in Ankara, we have had time of enjoy the city and the friends that we have done. Naturally we met with Ozgur, which we had already met the previous time in Ankara, but he went to spend the weekend in Istanbul and we met other people of Couchsurfing. We run into a group of 8 people on Saturday at noon and Jael, a girl from Mexico guided us to the citadel of Ankara. Ankara had been an important city of Anatolia since the times of the Hittites, although it had never been the capital of any big country up to 1923. After the first world war, Istanbul was occupied by the allies, and was from Ankara that Ataturk initiated the war of independence, granting the status of capital of the new Turkey to this city. Proof of that is the growth that Ankara, of the 75.000 inhabitants in 1927 at the almost 4 million current, has experienced conferring a new and modern air to the city, except for the small citadel. On Sunday we met with Jael and her French boyfriend Lucas, this time to try the famous hamams or Turkish baths. Alexandra did not feel like entering, then, is badly seen of being naked (only in underwear) in front of other women, but finally accepted and went out well happy. On my part, the experience was also quite nice. I entered in the room of steam with Lucas, covered up with a sort of towel and after sweating a little, two men made us a massage. A minuscule man came and without too much affection scrubbed all the skin with a rough sponge, extracting maybe 100 grams of dead skin from me. Afterwards he soaped me and did a massage to me supporting all his heaviness in my back almost making me scream of pain. And even if it does not seem, there was not any gay thing, as long as it is taken into account that in the Islamic culture, the tact among men is considered normal and sets off from friendship and brotherhood. On Monday we met at night with Ozgur, with which we have shared the rest of the week, enjoying his hospitality, which was impossible for us to compensate. At night I told him that the functioning of Couchsufing in the countries of Islamic culture is always very different to the countries of Europe. Because in the Islamic countries, they insist apart from offering you accommodation on inviting you to eat or to drink; however, in Europe the host waits that the guest invite to drinks or food to compensate the accommodation. It is a pity, when Ozgur (or others that have treated us so well) travel to Europe and they do not receive the same things that they offer. But Ozgur commented that that was not important, since it did not help receive something in exchange and that he felt satisfied this way. In the same way, when he travels to the interior of Turkey, he is also received with a lot of hospitality by families that will never be compensated in a worldly way for their help. Apart from that, Ozgur continues with the same project of doing a great journey in motorcycle with his girlfriend, but she is a little undecided. Anyway, the indecision of his girlfriend is not the main problem since the money is more difficult to be gathered in Turkey that in other countries, in which the exchanges are much more valued. In the same way that another Turkish boy in the meeting of the weekend had commented me, Ozgur explained to me that many people are apprehensive of the current Islamic government of Turkey. And many have reminded me of Iran, before the revolution was opened and tolerant as Turkey, that's why they have fear that the Islamists take the control of the army and make a revolution. Anyway, for what he has explained me, the army in Turkey is completely secular and keeps watch a lot that no Islamist comes inside. In fact, I have at the moment not found anybody that supports the Islamic government. Anyway, one of these days i did ask Ozgur, "how is it that turkey has an Islamic symbol in its flag (the half-moon next to a star), if Turkey is constitutionally a secular country?. At first Ozgur denied me that it was an Islamic symbol, explaining to me that at school they had shown him that the flag represented the vision of the moon and a star reflected in a reservoir of blood during the war of independence. In any case, we consulted Internet afterwards and I confirmed that the symbol of the half-moon and star was first Ottoman and was accepted later as Islamic symbol, present in other flags of Islamic countries of the world. Then, Ozgur reminded me of what other Turks had already commented to me on: in Turkey they are Muslim, but not Islamic; that is, that the follow-up of the religion is a choice but not a political obligation. Besides - he ended up commenting me - in Turkey the religion is considers more a cultural question that a belief, getting to have people that considered themselves Muslim but at the same time atheistic. With Ozgur I took the subject of the Armenian genocide again, but going out from his usual calm, Ozgur became excited explaining that the Turks suffered a lot in the hands of the Armenians and the Russian army and that it seems that the occidental countries are only decided to blame Turkey, ending up exclaiming that all the world hates Turkey: a part of the world because they are Muslims and the other part of the world because they are not Islamic. Anyway, not only we talked about journeys, culture and religion with Ozgur. Different times Alexandra and Ozgur compared the versions that they were thought concerning the wars among the Ottomans or Turks against the Romanians. Afterwards they compared how similar was the gastronomy of both countries, as for example the habit of accompanying many of the dishes with yogurt, completely different to my culture, where the yogurt is eaten sweet or with fruit. In the same way of strange it is for me a popular drink called airam, composed of salty yogurt dissolved in water. Referent in the food and the drink, Ozgur also explained something interesting about the national drink, the Raki, that is similar to the Greek Uzo. The Raki is done with grape or raisins to which is added anise. Formerly, anise was not added, but there were people that were getting too drunk, by this reason, an emperor of the fifteenth century gave an order to put anise in the alcohol, because when this was ingested with considerable quantities it obliged you to vomit. Equally now, it is practically impossible to drink a bottle of Raki without vomiting (for me it would be the same if it was anise or not, with a bottle for sure i would vomit). Apart from carrying out the visas and from conversing with Ozgur and other people, I did not want to say goodbye to Ankara without having visited the mausoleum of Ataturk, which was strongly guarded by soldiers and camera of surveillance. It was strange, although afterwards I thought that the mausoleum could be a goal of the Islamists, for Ataturk was the father of the current Turkey. The mausoleum was impressive, but also was the museum that was below; with great panoramas representing the different battles gained by Ataturk, among them the battle of independence against the Greeks (after the first world war). Without missing, the museum highlighted the atrocities that the Greeks had done, encouraged in many cases by the orthodox clergymen. The museum also contained hundreds of personal objects of the incredible Ataturk, even his preferred dog. Cappadocia (see on map) 24/06/2008:
After collecting the visa of India we go out of Ankara towards southeast with the intention of stopping in any moment to spend the night. But we had luck of arriving to an impressive salt lake, which had some magical colours under the light of the sunset. And the day after, we have just done the last part of the road that separated us from the magnificent Cappadocia. Since about four months ago, after visiting the marvelous Petra in Jordan, i had the sensation that Cappadocia, in Turkey would not strike me. i knew that the Cappadocia had homes and churches built in the rocks, as Petra, and thought that Cappadocia would completely be eclipsed by the memory of the splendour of the Jordanian ruins. But it was not like this, the Cappadocia also enchanted me, and proof of that, is the milestone obtained in this pretty region: 10.000 photos carried out in the second stage of the journey (Africa and Asia). That means an average of 20 photos per day, although in the Cappadocia I have made many more. Cappadocia was inhabited by the first communities of Christians, who built cities excavated under the rock due to the persecution initiated by the Roman empire. Despite being accepted by the Romans, centuries later, these Christian communities had to return in the underground cities (some of which could accommodate more than 3000 people) due to the first Arab attacks. Finally, the conquest of the castles excavated on stony massifs and built on stony massifs, allowed annexing the Cappadocia to the Otoman empire, the first conversions to the Islam following one another. In spite of everything, until the beginning of the 20th century Christian Greek communities, which definitely were expelled during the treaty of exchange of population between Greece and Turkey, kept living in the Cappadocia. In any case, in spite of the interesting history, the main appeal of Cappadocia is the landscape, composed of numerous valleys in which crowd of svelte rocks that seem to grow as if they were magical mushrooms. The lateral ones of the valleys and the mountains are also of rock eroded by the rain creating surprising forms and new magical mushrooms (or magical chimneys, as they are called in a local way). The fact that many of these rocks are is added to the natural appeal excavated and lived or with exhibitions of having been lived formerly. In some cases, the on digging or the erosion they show the collapse on behalf of the mountains, leaving the overdraft, rooms and former churches. Many natural places of the world that have an unusual beauty have always been considered by the religions of the moment as important, in the case of Cappadoccia by the Christian religion, numerous monasteries were excavated in the rocks, and are considered as sacred with gripping paints preserved in the ceilings of stone. And since we are - Christians -, in my land it is tradition to celebrate the Saint Juan ( the shortest night of the year), who coincides with my name (double holiday). Today it should be this special day and yesterday the celebration. But although these celebrations lose feeling when you are so far of home, of the friends and the family, in a certain way I celebrated it. Yesterday afternoon we parked in the town of Ortahisar and as i went down visiting the imposing castle, I found that Alexandra had met with Crazy Ali, a poet who delayed us with a good recitation of his poems in English. When finishing the evening party, we went towards a levelled area on the valleys of Cappadocia from where we enjoyed an impressive sunset, accompanied by many other tourists. And little later, when the tourists had already left and the vendors were collecting the shops, a boy called Jem approached me and gave a half full bottle of a very good wine, which we drank up while the sky became dark. And today in the morning i had continued the celebration. I have woken up very early to observe a nice morning show: thirty hot-air balloons floated over the valleys of Capadoccia , newly illuminated by the sun. And tired of so much celebration, and some answer of the visa of Iran after confirming for telephone that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we would have it, we have started to do path towards Erzurum, where we had to collect this visa. Erzurum (see on map) 27/06/2008:
The landscape of east Anatolia is fascinating. The good road towards Erzurum passed between mountains of more than 3000 meters of altitude and ports of more than 2000 meters of altitude. The valleys and plateaus were green, treeless but covered with flowers of multiple colours. In one of these meadows we stopped to eat, the second day. Near there, were some workers who called me so that I approached. At first they started to question me suspiciously but they invited me afterwards to eat with them while they explained to me that they were working to an oil pipeline that originated from Azerbaijan. I apologised for Alexandra was already preparing the food, but without being able to refuse, in a minute they prepared me and they made me take two dishes of plastic with a salad, delicious Kebab meat and bread. In spite of the elapsed time, the Turkish hospitality and of the Islamic countries continues to surprise me in general. Immediately after we arrived to Erzurum we put ourselves in contact with the agency that carried out the letters of invitation to be able to ask for the visa of Iran, but they informed us that they would not have it in less than 5 days (after almost one month). In any case, I directed myself to the consulate of Iran in Erzurum to ask for information on the negotiation of the visa and he commented me that the same day i could have it, after taking bringing two photos and the forms. Holding back the impulses of jumping of joy I asked: - My “wife” should wear the veil in the photos ? - Of course - they answered me. But this was an "of course" not so evident for Alexandra, for at first she refused to have some photo with a veil. It was her way of protesting against this religious imposition, but I understood it as a sabotage to the possibility to obtain the visa, initiating again a rough discussion. There are people who tell us that we are too much time together, 24 hours per day, and perhaps it is true although it is the only way that we can travel. In any case, later, when she has expressed the thoughts that the Iranians are terrorists, Alexandra has made the photo with veil and afterwards when entering the consulted she also covered up with veil. And in the end, after obtaining the visas, she even has asked me to go and buy a "standard" veil in order not to have problems when entering Iran. At night we met three boys that we had contacted through Couchsurfing, that invited us to dine and afterwards to see the match of the semifinal of the European football cup (Spain 3 - Russia 0) at the house of one of them. Before the match we had quite a lot of time to talk about the life in Erzurum, which is very traditional in comparison to other areas of Turkey. For example: most of the women wear veil, it is difficult to find alcohol, there is not a lot of amusement... however, they kept commenting that they were Muslim and not Islamic, as in Iran, and that we kept watch a lot in Iran, because it was a very dangerous country. Despite having read that Erzurum had been one of the main centres of deportation during the Armenian genocide I did not want to take the subject, then i already had experience that this was a too sensitive subject for the Turkish identity and besides, later we had seen an exhibition in a mosque where it was tried to ridicule the Armenian genocide at the same time as informing about the killings of Turks in the hands of the Armenians. Today in the morning we have visited a big hotel at the foot of some gigantic tracks of skiing (at present without snow) where Erhan - one of the boys from yesterday - was the technical director. mid-morning, we have started to do path towards Kars, one of the last Turkish touristic destinations before entering Iran. Kars (see on map) 30/06/2008:
It is not Kars but the ruins of Ani that deserve all the attention. In any case, Kars is also interesting, surprising for being little conservative - in comparison to Erzurum -, or at least like this it seemed to us, because many girls dressed modern and without being covered up with veil . In Kars we did not met anybody and I kept the desires of tasting the nearness with Armenia, although in theory the borders with Armenia are closed and there are no Armenians living in Turkey. Maybe this tolerant atmosphere was due also to the continuous conquest and reconquest and repopulation of the city in the hands of Turks and Armenians and Russians, finalised it after the second world war. Anyway, despite seeming little traditional, yesterday at night it was difficult to find a bar or hotel with television to be able to see the end of the Eurocup (Spain 1 - Germany 0) and to celebrate it briefly with the present Turks. (The crowd congratulated me for this victory). In any case, as I have already written, Kars remains completely eclipsed by the marvelous ruins of Ani, which set up a magnificent reason of war in the Turkish hands, for Ani had been the capital of the old and powerful kingdom of Armenia, and at present its ruins are found separated from Armenia only by a river and a wall and naturally the entry is forbidden to the inhabitants of this country. During its splendour, at the beginning of the 19th century, the city sheltered about 100.000 inhabitants, but successive wars and, especially, the conquest of Ani by the Mongolians two centuries later, precipitated its decay. At present the ruins are only scattered on a levelled area, a few churches, a mosque, and other buildings half destroyed still ascend from some imposing walls that, together with two rivers, isolate the whole area. The state of the ruins give a melancholic air, when you realise that the time will follow its process of destruction, but the Armenian authorities are accusing the Turks for this decay, although at present a big road is being built up to the ruins and maybe the next step will be its rehabilitation. Today we have left Kars with desires of entering Armenia, to compare the visions of the conflict that have lived both countries, but i am lazy to turn round through Georgia (the borders between Turkey and Armenia are closed) and to pay taxes of entry and insurance for the car. On the other hand, it seems to be that the current situation in Armenia is not too good, with recent demonstrations for what is considered an electoral fraud in the country. And finally I also feel that Iran calls me, we already have the visa and the entry was delayed for about two or three months. Dogubayazit (see on map) 01/07/2008:
Last night we slept in the lap of the mount Ararat, the highest mountain of Turkey, of 5137 meters, on which they think that Noé landed with its ark full of animals after the 40 days of flood. Today we have woken up delighted by the magnificent vision of the snowed peak, on the contrary to yesterday, when the mountain was covered with clouds and completely illuminated by the sun. Without losing of sight the arrogant mountain we have followed the road up to Dogubayazit, the last important town before crossing over in Iran, although here it waited for us for another marvel to visit, the palace of Ishak Pasa, that despite being found in works dominates a valley with elegance and a view to the town. After eating with sights on the palace and the Mount Ararat we have gone towards the border of Turkey with Iran. Right before passing the last formalities of the border of Turkey, Alexandra has put on the veil and we have crossed on the Iranian side, where a very nice girl who has presented herself as touristic guide has fixed all the necessary papers for the car in exchange of 10 euro. Next we have entered Iran, not too different at the moment from Turkey, except in the price of the diesel. If Turkey is the country with the most expensive fuel of the world, Iran, its neighbour, is the country with the most economic fuel of the world, with its inhabitants paying only 1 cent of euro per litre of diesel ( to load 100 litres of diesel one pays 1 euro). Anyway, the first litres we have had to pay them 10 times more expensive, for as they are near Turkey it seems the gasstation people have to be bribed so that they fill the tank. In any case, we have entered Iran troublefree and to celebrate it we have drunk up a glass of whiskey from the bottle that we had hidden (if they discovered it on the border we would not be here). Iran Qareh Kalisa (see on map) 05/07/2008:
We thought to go to Qareh Kalisa, settled in a remote valley in Iran, close to the Turkish border, a fast visit to the church before following the journey up to Tabriz; but finally we have been there almost 4 days. We had read that every year, for San Tadeo, date close to the solstice of summer, Qareh Kalisa becomes a point of pilgrimage for the Armenia community living in Iran, but we did not think that we would have so much luck of running into this important holiday. It is believed that the church of Qareh Kalisa was founded by san Tadeo pupil of Jesus, in the year 43DC, in spite of the contemporary Armenian king, that in 66 DC killed the saint and 3000 of his followers. In spite of this fatality, in 301, Armenia was converted in the first Christian nation of the history and san Tadeo in its mentor. In the thirteenth century, after a fateful earthquake, the church was reconstructed almost in its whole with black stones brought from the mount Ararat, being called popularly since then, Qareh Kalisa (black church). Later, the enlargements with clear stone changed its physiognomy, although they increased the beauty of the church with magnificent engravings. We arrived on Wednesday in the morning and,they identified us as simply tourists and not Islamic (they explained afterwards that the Muslims have the entry vetoed during these three days of peregrination). Tents of the organisation were being set up on the surroundings of the church, at the same time as the first pilgrims, some of which they set up their own tents, started to arrive. In the mountains of the surroundings they were raising two tents of green, yellows and orange colours, that I identified as the Rasta flag of Ethiopia. Thinking that some pilgrims were smokers of marihuana I headed towards there, but when arriving I discovered that they were welded. Afterwards, some friends that we met there explained to us that they were from the army to protect them from the Turks or Iranians who want to get to to the holiday to observe good-looking and uncovered girls, and i am not surprised. As the Armenian pilgrims kept entering the enclosure of the camp around the church, they kept being released from the Islamic prohibitions of the country ; the women took the veil off, the men showed their crucifixes, the girls went out of the shops dressing attractive European models and the boys were exhibiting T-shirts without sleeves and short trousers. The families of different cities and regions were refound and celebrated it killing lambs supplied by the Kurds from the village next to the church, but also drinking home vodka and eating pig introduced illegally in the country by some pilgrims coming from Armenia. At night, the holiday was cheered up with improvised shows of music, songs and popular dances. Also although there was time for the religious ceremonies, this time, with the women wearing a scarf inside the church (how it demands the orthodox tradition) and passing under the portraits of Khomeini and of the current president Ahmadinejad hanged especially for the occasion on the door of the church. Predictions that we had heard about the Iranians in general have been complied, we immediately made numerous friends and during these days we were invited to different coffees, tea and food. One of these friends was Hahk, a man that gives lessons of Bible clandestinely, that explained with sad look "Here we have three days of freedom, but during the rest of the year, the women that do weare the veil are flagellated, the men that eat in the light of the sun during the ramadan are punished 30 days without eating, or if they surprise you looking a television channel of another country, they confiscate the television and the satellite dish from you. Afterwards, Hahk remembered that during the Shah, before the Islamic revolution people lived much better: "at present, the majority of families in Iran have home, car and money, but without freedom, that is not at all valid". It does not surprise then, that as it explained another family to me, many Iranian Armenians look for emigrating to United States, where, if they manage to enter, they are helped with 500 dollars monthly for two years. Others choose to emigrate to Armenia, where the economic conditions are worse, although in exchange they gain the freedom. In any case, more of half of the Iranian Armenians have emigrated the last years, remaining only about 200.000, and remaining obvious to the annual peregrination, where in spite of being about 3000 this year, are less than in the previous years. Tabriz (see on map) 06/07/2008:
Yesterday in the night, when reaching Tabriz we met with Hadi, a son of carpet vendors in the bazar, and this morning he has taken us to his shop where he had shown the magnificent works of art that they owned, I mean that for the love of the art but also with the concealed desire of selling us some carpet. In any case, while we were in his shop a couple from Germany entered who have ended up buying a carpet after Hadi showed his great skills as a salesman. Next, Hadi has led us to walk through the bazaar, where Alexandra has bought herself a new long and fine shirt and a light veil not to pass so much heat. During the walk, Hadi has explained to us that the bazaar of Tabriz, is the second oldest of the world, after the one in Damask in Syria, for where the caravans passed on the silk route more than a thousand years ago. At present the bazaar still preserves about 35 kilometres of passages covered with vaults of bricks and about 7000 shops, with many of these - according to Hadi - related to the business of carpets. While we ate in a simple restaurant in the Bazaar, I have tried to take different times political or religious subjects of the country, although it was evident that it inconvenienced him and he immediately tried to change subject. In any case, Hadi has known how to explain something positive about the Islamic law that is applied in Iran, as the absence of addictions to the alcohol and the nonexistence of the problems of safety derived from these. On the other hand, he has also explained that during the Islamic revolution the people wanted the current country, even if at present there are people who do not feel comfortable. When finishing eating, Hadi has commented that the Armenians in Iran had the same laws as the Iranians, but at night, has had to admit me that the Armenians also had the same duties as the Iranians, some duties based on the Islamic laws that in a cultural way should not correspond (option of not wearing veil, to be able to eat during the ramadan...). This second part of the discussion, has passed off taking an ice cream in a luxurious hotel in the presence of his girlfriend, an inventor girl (she has invented a device to guide the blind people) who has been invited to different international exhibitions. In a moment that Hadi was attending to a call, Mariane (like this was called the girl), has confessed to Alexandra that she would be pleased to live abroad, because in Iran she does not feel relaxed, especially for the question of the veil (all the while was touching it not to show too much nor too few hair). At nine in the night, Hadi has gotten up at once and commented that they had to leave, for Mariane had already expressed before that the family obliged her to not arriving later than 10 pm at home (despite being 23 years old). So, we have said goodbye and returned where we have the car parked, in the park Elgoli, a great urban open space where there are many tents planted, next to our autocaravan, on the asphalt. Hadi had commented to us that many people of the south come to pass the holidays in Tabriz for the mild climate, but so many people are around and the noise at night inconvenienced us a little and we have decided to leave tomorrow in the morning towards the following destinations. 07/07/2008: This morning, when I have woken Alexandra up to start us off towards the south of Tabriz, she has commented me with a sad face: "I have to return to Romania, my grandmother is very ill and my mother needs me". Even if it was an unexpected decision, it has not surprised me in a complete way, for in Istambul she had commented that the next time that she wanted to leave home she announced it to me the same day and that did not expand the decision more than 24 hours. On the other hand, she had also been connected yesterday to Internet and logically had talked with her mother, who - as always - had asked her to return remembering her that Iran and Pakistan were dangerous. This seemed another reason for her decision, for it is evident that Alexandra does not feel at all comfortable in Iran, obliged to wear the veil in a country that every time will be hotter. Besides, it is also true that between the two of us, some small conflicts had appeared, I believe that again caused by the tension that Alexandra felt approaching Iran and going into the country. I have asked whether she was sure of wanting to leave and crying she has said to me that yes. between weeps she has explained me that she had to choose between the happiness of her family or her own, between being an unhappy altruist or an egotistical happy, because she loved me a lot, in fact, I hardly would find again anybody that loved me as she loved me. I have heard it and not wanted to take part in her decision: she did not want to stay because of my requests, but, in the near future, the same problem or need to leave would appear again. On the other hand, if I left, we would probably not be together again and I already started to get used to this new situation in the idea about how to adapt. Alexandra has started to do the suitcases and later, at noon, we have went towards the centre with the car. We have found an agency of buses, and after doubting a little more, Alexandra has decided to buy the thicket (40 $ Tabriz - Istambul). Afterwards we have returned to the autocaravan, where we have passed all the afternoon embraced. But as the preliminary hour was approached, Alexandra was more undecided and among weeping said to me that she did not wanted to leave, although at the same time she explained to me that she could not stop seeing her mother because she would become upset if she backed out another time. At the same time, Alexandra begged me that i asked her to stay, although I kept not wanting to be influential in her decision. Finally, the hour of leaving has arrived. I have suggested to Alexandra to go outside so that i passed her the suitcases, but she did not want to go out. Afterwards she has gone out and have taken a suitcase, but has made me to go up again to the autocaravan continuing to declare that she had to leave. The minutes passed and if we did not hurry up she would lose the bus, but was more undecided than ever, crying that she would throw herself under a car instead of having to decide between me and her family. And finally i ordered: " Alex stay" and with a radiant face of spontaneous happiness she has exclaimed: "Sí?","sí", and next we have gone to take some delicious melon juice that is prepared in Iran. Takht-e Soleiman (see on map) 09/07/2008:
Have passed two days going over the south of Tabriz and visiting a few touristic attractions. Yesterday we visited Kandovan,a village with the homes excavated, since about 700 years ago, in a careen of rocks similar to Capadoccia. And today we have visited Takht-and Soleiman (the pitch of Solomon, in Persian), some Zoroastrian ruins that have impressed us a little more than Kandovan. The Zoroastrisme is a religion founded by Zoroastre, born ten centuries before Jesus in the lands where at present is found Iran. This monotheistic religion had many followers during the first centuries, but, the pressure of the Islam made later decrease the number of believers up to the approximately 200.000 that are spread by Iran and India. In Takht- part of the walls of a former citadel and the ruins of a former Zoroastrian shrine are raised by Soleiman, on a hill. Right in the middle of the hill and in front of the ruins, there is a dark gap of about 140 meters of depth, with the water springing up from its interior and going over on two ends of the gap. 3 more kilometres in the east there is the prison of Soleiman, a quite higher conical hill, from the summit of which the sights are terrifying, then to the centre of the hill there is a vertical crater of about thirty meters of diameter and more than a hundred of depth, which formerly was full of water that also sprouted. In the summit of the prison of Soleiman I ran into a group of five men who were resting taking tea. They offered me one, and afterwards, while we went down conversing in poor English and my null Farsi (or Persian) they invited me to go to dine with them in the next village. I suggested it to Alexandra and, despite not being very enthusiastic, we accepted the invitation. While we dined some simple spaghetti Bolognese world politicians started to be listed to me with opinions: mentioning for example Ahmadinejat (the current president) followed by a "very good" (very good) or "I love you" (I love you). They also mentioned Bush "very bad", together with Berlusconi, Zarcozy, Sharon, Blair, however they probably answered for Zapatero (Spanish president) because I was there, but also because the governments of left seem less critical with the policies of Iran. Later we commented to them on our plans of journey and as they always told us that the adjacent country was very dangerous, that Pakistan was full of Terrorists (in Turkey they also told us that Iran was very dangerous). Surprisingly also they commented that the following city that we wanted to visit, Hamadan, was very dangerous and that there we should not accept the invitation of anybody. ‹ Previous (11/05/2008) MONTH Next (2008-07-10)› ‹ Previous (2009-09-26 - Iran) COUNTRY Next (2009-11-18 - Romania)› |
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