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		<title>travel diary &#8211; day 430</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 17:05:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 426 &#8211; we slept in and then walked to town for breakfast. we found a nice little outdoor cafe and bought some food. the guy at the next table, who already seemed drunk, bought us some raki (local ouzo) and beer &#8230; at 10.30am. after a few of those, we were tired and a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 426 &#8211; we slept in and then walked to town for breakfast. we found a nice little outdoor cafe and bought some food. the guy at the next table, who already seemed drunk, bought us some raki (local ouzo) and beer &#8230; at 10.30am. after a few of those, we were tired and a little &#8216;pissy&#8217; so we walked back to the hotel and had a lunchtime sleep.</p>
<p>afterwards, christina and i walked through the park,  then spent the evening working out which route we were going to take north.</p>
<p>day 427 &#8211; pristina and kosovo, while nice, are a little dull. there wasn&#8217;t a lot to do. we went to the bus station to buy tickets to podgorica, had breakfast and returned to the hotel to pack and check out.</p>
<p>we walked into town to see &#8216;the sights&#8217;, which consisted of a small museum (which was shut), an abandoned church, an ugly university building and a few parks (which were nice). we had some ice cream and sat in the big park near our hotel. the park was full of people and kids playing. it seemed to be amongst the most popular places in pristina.</p>
<p>we went to the bus station early, bought some food and read our books while waiting for the bus to montenegro. when we got on the bus, a guy who spoke english (and seemed a little weird) sat near us and talked to us the entire time. i was getting really annoyed but held my calm (surprisingly). then, an hour into the trip, a guy checked our tickets and realised the crazy guy didn&#8217;t have a ticket. they booted him off the bus and we finally had some peace and quiet.</p>
<p>day 428 &#8211; we crossed the border early and arrived in podgorica at about 3am. tired, i went to sleep on the bus station floor for 4 hours. christina slept a little and then got up to buy tickets to sarajevo. i woke up and we had some breakfast which we had to carry on the bus because they&#8217;d been so slow to make the food.</p>
<p>we entered bosnia and the bus traveled through a stretch of the most beautiful mountain road i&#8217;ve ever seen. the whole trip i just gazed out the window and dreamed of riding through those roads on a motorbike.</p>
<p>the bus arrived in sarajevo and the terminal was out of town, so we caught the tram into the city to our hotel. i was tired as hell, so after lunch (burek) i had a shower and went to sleep at 4pm &#8230; i didn&#8217;t wake up until the next morning.</p>
<p>day 429 &#8211; after breakfast and coffee i felt much better &#8230; the 19 hours sleep also helped! we went to the train station and bought tickets to zagreb. we got the tram back to the centre of town and walked up to the martyr&#8217;s cemetary.</p>
<p>the siege of sarajevo is the longest city siege in history. the cemetary is devoted to those who gave their lives fighting for sarajevo. all around the city there are still bullet holes and shell marks from the bombing over 15 years ago. the martyr&#8217;s cemetary still has a full-time guard of honour and it was nice to walk around.</p>
<p>up the hill from the cemetary is a great viewing point of the city. christina and i sat up there for a while and talked while we looked across sarajevo. we could see all the way to the airport. it was a great view. after that we walked through the old city, to the mosques, bascarsija, pigeon square and up to the catholic cathedral. near the cathedral some old men were playing chess on an enormous chess set. i stood and watched them for a while. they were enthralled by the game and it would have been fun to play. i got some photos, though, and we kept going.</p>
<p>after lunch we took a long walk along the river. on the way back we stopped for a beer and then dinner. after dark, we went for another walk down to the latin bridge to take photos.</p>
<p>day 430 &#8211; we had breakfast and checked out. we left our luggage at the hotel (which we had to pay for). we got the tram out to the famous sarajevo tunnel, which ran underneath the airport during the siege and was a literal lifeline for bosnians living in the city.</p>
<p>on the way back to town we stopped at the museum, which was quite expensive, so we gave it a miss. instead we walked around the old city some more and looked at the jewelry stores. we had lunch, walked along the river and looked in the apple store.</p>
<p>in the afternoon we collected our bags and went to the train station to wait. i complained to the ticket office woman about the ticket and exchange rate we&#8217;d paid and she gave us a discount on the fare, which was nice. we had some coffee, changed the last of our bosnian money, and got the train to zagreb. on the train another tourist told us that we could sit in the 1st class section, so we moved up and found a compartment all to ourselves and slept on the seats. nifty!</p>
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		<title>travel diary &#8211; day 425</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2010 16:20:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 421 &#8211; anzac day &#8211; the ferry departed early so we had to leave before daybreak. however, four girls from our hotel had come home drunk and didn&#8217;t wake up on time. the hotel owner banged on their door to wake them up and we got going late. we reached the ferry only minutes [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 421 &#8211; anzac day &#8211; the ferry departed early so we had to leave before daybreak. however, four girls from our hotel had come home drunk and didn&#8217;t wake up on time. the hotel owner banged on their door to wake them up and we got going late. we reached the ferry only minutes before it departed, which was lucky. this time the ferry wasn&#8217;t crowded so we got a good seat and during the trip we slept and talked.</p>
<p>upon returning to athens we had a late lunch. we repacked our bags, had a shower and got ready. we walked through town but everything was shut so we gave up, grabbed our bags and headed to the train station to wait for our train to sofia. the train departed on time and we slept on the train.</p>
<p>day 422 &#8211; we crossed the border in the morning and arrived in sofia. we found a hotel, had coffee, and walked into town. we discovered a farmer&#8217;s market which is open every day. the market was really cheap and lots of fun to wander around. the funniest part was the vendors selling fruit wouldn&#8217;t let you touch it. you told them what you wanted and they&#8217;d pick it for you. we didn&#8217;t know and a few vendors got shitty with us for groping their wares! lol</p>
<p>we had a late beer in the city, but it was getting quite cold and we quickly went back to the hotel where we watched a movie on the computer and slept.</p>
<p>day 423 &#8211; breakfast was small, so when we went into town i was still hungry. i had a huge slice of pizza and looked at the city map we&#8217;d got from the sheraton hotel. we decided what we&#8217;d see and went first to the archaeological museum which wasn&#8217;t very good. after that we went to the aleksander nevski church and st sofia. we also watched the changing of the guard outside the presidential offices.</p>
<p>while wandering, we stumbled upon a junk market which we looked at briefly and then returned to the farmer&#8217;s market where we ate fish and chicken for lunch with some local beer. we also bought a bottle of cheap wine (which turned out to be shit).</p>
<p>we went to the bus station and bought tickets to skopje, then returned to the hotel. i was doing some research about visas and thought that we would have problems entering macedonia. but it turns out that there&#8217;s no problem (that we could find) and figured we&#8217;d take the risk.</p>
<p>day 424 &#8211; after breakfast we packed and checked out. the bus station is close to the hotel so we walked and got our bus to skopje. during the obligatory &#8220;border control&#8221; rubbish, we got talking to a spanish guy called &#8216;ham&#8217; with whom we hung out in skopje. after arriving, the three of us walked to the hotel and checked in.</p>
<p>christina and i were incredibly hungry, so we walked into the old city to find some food and an atm. we wandered around for a bit, stumbled upon the old city main streets and found a restaurant with souvlaki. we ate and then walked back through the old city again. after returning to the hotel i bought some beer and in the evening we watched the champions league final on tv. the portugese travelers were cheering for inter because their manager is from portugal, so i was cheering for barcelona and we all had fun.</p>
<p>after the game we sat and talked with the portugese guys. we drank more beer and i headed to bed at around 2am.</p>
<p>day 425 &#8211; after breakfast we said goodbye to ham and walked to the bus station. we got straight on a bus which took us to pristina. kosovo is small and easy to get around. we got a hotel for two nights and walked down town for a look around.</p>
<p>we found a bookstore where i bought &#8216;crime and punishment&#8217; by fedor dostoyevski (for me) and &#8216;peter pan&#8217; by jm barrie (for christina). we returned to the hotel and relaxed. the liverpool game was on tv and i watched that before going to bed.</p>
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		<title>travel diary &#8211; day 415</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 15:02:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 411 &#8211; we finished packing in the morning, checked email and headed to the airport. we flew to istanbul and headed to the backpacker district. it turns out that, with anzac day just around the corner, hotels were booked solid and prices had risen considerably. annoyed, we checked into a dormitory and went for [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 411 &#8211; we finished packing in the morning, checked email and headed to the airport. we flew to istanbul and headed to the backpacker district.</p>
<p>it turns out that, with anzac day just around the corner, hotels were booked solid and prices had risen considerably. annoyed, we checked into a dormitory and went for a walk to get some food. we had some beer, returned to the hotel and slept.</p>
<p>day 412 &#8211; things weren&#8217;t working out in turkey. we couldn&#8217;t stay in the hotel and everything was becoming expensive. we decided to make a run for it and head to greece. we walked to the train station and booked two tickets to thesaloniki.</p>
<p>when christina and i returned to the hotel, we checked out and stored our luggage for the day. we walked into the city and looked in suhanahmed mosque and the markets. i bought a lonely planet europe.</p>
<p>then we visited the million stone, constantine&#8217;s column and sat on the grass near the fountain. christina bought some corn, so we ate it and talked for a while. we returned to the hotel to collect our bags and walked to the train station.</p>
<p>the overnight train to thesaloniki was comfortable and we officially entered europe. we had our own little private two bed compartment, so we sat and talked and slept for the whole trip.</p>
<p>day 413 &#8211; after passing through the border stops we got some more sleep and in the morning arrived in thesaloniki. we found a hotel in the city and walked along the foreshore.</p>
<p>we went to a supermarket and bought some food, made sandwiches at the hotel and then went out for another walk. we ended up at a small cafe where we had beer and wine. christina got a little drunk so we went back to the hotel. she slept and i watched a movie on the computer.</p>
<p>day 414 &#8211; we checked out and walked down to the train station to get a train to athens. however, all the trains were full. damn! we had to walk over to the bus station and were able to get bus tickets instead. we had to wait two hours and then it was a long bus ride to athens.</p>
<p>when we arrived it was getting late. we found a hotel and the owner only had one room left, a single room, which he let us have. the owner was very nice and we were happy to have somewhere to crash (cheaply).</p>
<p>we walked around a little and found a small supermarket. we bought some sangria and salad which we took to the hotel and ate on the balcony outside our room.</p>
<p>day 415 &#8211; souvlaki for breakfast (yum!) was followed by a long walk around town. christina bought some sandals and we got some food to take back to the hotel.</p>
<p>we ate lunch and headed to the acropolis for the afternoon. however, we discovered that the acropolis shuts at 3pm (every day) and we couldn&#8217;t get in. then we noticed that almost everything shuts down at around 3pm. everyone quits work and goes drinking &#8230; the cafes and bars are full but everything useful is closed.</p>
<p>we bought some more food, to cook for a late lunch, as well as sangria and cheese for the evening. we went for another long walk before retiring for the night, enjoying sangria and cheese on the balcony with a view of athens and the acropolis. nice!</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 12:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 396 &#8211; we had an early checkout and got a share taxi to the border. there was a long wait while vehicles cleared the checkpoint and we were able to exit israel. however, that wasn&#8217;t the last &#8216;surprise&#8217; &#8230; entering israel was free, but when exiting there&#8217;s a $50 departure tax. we didn&#8217;t know [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 396 &#8211; we had an early checkout and got a share taxi to the border. there was a long wait while vehicles cleared the checkpoint and we were able to exit israel. however, that wasn&#8217;t the last &#8216;surprise&#8217; &#8230; entering israel was free, but when exiting there&#8217;s a $50 departure tax. we didn&#8217;t know about it and, from the anger and confusion we heard, so many tourists around us didn&#8217;t know either. we talked to an italian family (8 people) who&#8217;d had to pay $400 to exit. the departure tax was full price even for the children.</p>
<p>that was the final straw and any understanding i&#8217;d had for israel was gone. annoyed, we headed to the bus and crossed the dead sea again (once into israel, once out) and enjoyed the fact that we were going through the lowest place on earth above sea level.</p>
<p>we arrived back at the hotel and had some lunch. we were out of clean clothes, so decided to do some laundry and spend the afternoon relaxing and checking email.</p>
<p>day 397 &#8211; we checked out of the hotel in amman and caught the bus to wadi musa which is the city near petra. we found a hotel, ate a pizza, caught up on diary, checked email and slept.</p>
<p>day 398 &#8211; after breakfast at the hotel, we headed out to petra. the day was really hot, which was a surprise considering it has been fairly cool so far on our travels. we walked through petra and saw the treasury and went up to the royal tombs.</p>
<p>after that we walked down to the bottom end of the petra site, got some water and walked back up. walking around petra was very tiring, considering the heat, especially for christina. we had a lot of fun wandering around though, so we headed back to the hotel and christina slept. i played on the internet for a while.</p>
<p>day 399 &#8211; in the morning we returned to petra for another quick look around. christina was feeling sick (i suspected heat stroke) and vomited right next to the treasury. we left petra and went back to the hotel.</p>
<p>when she was feeling better, we checked out and caught a bus to aqaba. we had a long wait for the bus because he couldn&#8217;t fill the seats.</p>
<p>finally we made it to aqaba, which is a coastal town in the south of jordan. we checked in and christina slept while i watched a movie.</p>
<p>day 400 &#8211; my 400th day on the road &#8211; to celebrate, i decided to have a very lazy day. we walked along the foreshore and looked at the sea, which was really nice, and since it was still hot we stayed in the shade as much as possible. i had an afternoon sleep and watched tv (star wars).</p>
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		<title>travel diary &#8211; day 395</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 11:52:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 391 &#8211; we had breakfast with mike, ed and rosa. afterwards, the three of them were planning to head south to petra. christina and i switched hotels and then went out to explore amman. the first stop was the roman ampitheatre. it was enormous and really cool. we walked around and took some photos [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 391 &#8211; we had breakfast with mike, ed and rosa. afterwards, the three of them were planning to head south to petra. christina and i switched hotels and then went out to explore amman.</p>
<p>the first stop was the roman ampitheatre. it was enormous and really cool. we walked around and took some photos before the long walk up hill to the amman citadel. the amman citadel is a set of ruins on the top of a hill overlooking the centre of amman. it&#8217;s really quite nice and the walk was fun.</p>
<p>after walking back into town, we were hungry and had a big late lunch. we walked around the markets and returned to the hotel.</p>
<p>day 392 &#8211; today we had planned to cross into israel but no borders were open (due to some kind of public holiday). instead we jumped on a bus and make the trek north to jerash to look around the ruins.</p>
<p>the bus ride to jerash was fast and we had the whole day to wander around. jerash is massive and, although we saw most of it, there was a lot we skipped. we got another bus back to amman and i spent the afternoon editing photos.</p>
<p>day 393 &#8211; our second attempt at entering israel &#8211; we checked out in the morning and left our luggage at the hotel. we only planned to spend a few days in israel, so we packed light bags and left the heavy stuff behind in amman.</p>
<p>the system for entering israel is somewhat complicated but, at the same time, straightforward. crossing via the allenby/king hussein bridge, jordan border officials don&#8217;t stamp passports. we got stamps on a piece of paper and crossed the border.</p>
<p>when we reached israel i was stopped and had to undergo a long security interview. they saw the iran, pakistan and syria visas in my passport and wanted to know why i&#8217;d been there. they kept asking retarded questions and i answered &#8216;no&#8217; to practically everything they asked. here&#8217;s a sample of the questions:</p>
<p><em>- do you know anyone in these countries?<br />
- do you have phone numbers or email addresses for anyone in these countries?<br />
- did police or military personnel approach you and ask if you were going to israel?<br />
- did anyone talk to you about israel?<br />
- are you planning to visit west bank or gaza?<br />
- do you know anyone in west bank or gaza?</em></p>
<p>etc etc</p>
<p>while i&#8217;d always been sympathetic to israel, understanding what a difficult position they whole &#8216;middle east vs jews&#8217; thing is, i came to realise that the israel govt is, in a nutshell, paranoid. the questions were stupid and achieved absolutely no purpose at all.</p>
<p>however, they were satisfied with my answers, so i was &#8216;allowed&#8217; to get my visa and enter the country. in keeping with most tourists who cross this border point, i got the visa on a separate piece of paper (not in my passport).</p>
<p>finally, we entered israel and caught a bus into jerusalem. we went to a few hotels and realised that staying in jerusalem was going to be expensive (passover and easter were coming and many hotels were booked solid). we checked into a hotel and went to find some lunch.</p>
<p>while looking for food, we bumped into a couple who were on the bus from amman. we asked where they were staying and found out that their hotel was much cheaper. christina and i walked there to inquire whether they still had rooms. they did, so we grabbed our gear from the other hotel, apologised to the owner, and switched hotels.</p>
<p>happy, we had a nice lunch in a street cafe in the middle of old jerusalem. we walked around the old city, which is incredibly beautiful but very touristy. i had an afternoon sleep and went for another walk at night.</p>
<p>day 394 &#8211; today was the first day of passover so some things (sights and churches) were shut to the public. we had breakfast and wandered around the old city some more. the golden dome was shut to tourists but the wailing wall was open. i went inside and looked around.</p>
<p>after that, christina and i went for a walk along the old city&#8217;s ramparts (which was really fun). we had a sleep and some lunch then went to mt zion. two drunk locals were there downing alak and i had a few with them. then we went into the domition church, saw the room of the last supper, king david&#8217;s tomb and st mary&#8217;s tomb.</p>
<p>after coffee, we bought a crucifix for christina&#8217;s sister and returned to the hotel. the hotel owner (and his family) enjoy playing chess. i played a game with him, i lost, and headed off to bed.</p>
<p>day 395 &#8211; christina and i got an early start so that we could see as much as possible. we headed to the dome and were again told it was shut. so instead we walked up to the mount of olives from which we had an incredible view of jerusalem and the old city.</p>
<p>in that small area we were able to vist mary&#8217;s tomb, gesthemane grotto and gardens, and the basilica of agony. after that we went to the top of the mount of olives, through the cemetary, to st mary magdeline&#8217;s church, dominus flevit and then back to jerusalem city. in the city we looked at the tower of david, but the entry fee was too expensive, so we skipped it.</p>
<p>we achieved all of that before lunch and then walked to the bus stop to catch the city bus to bethlehem. to reach bethlehem we have to pass through a checkpoint and we get to see the infamous &#8216;wall&#8217; separating israel from palestine.</p>
<p>we arrived in bethlehem and, annoyingly, spent ages looking for an atm (since we were running out of money). we had lunch and then looked around manger square and the church of the nativity. the line to visit the actual &#8216;manger&#8217; area were incredibly long, so we skipped it and wandered back through town. we got on the bus back to jerusalem. at the checkpoint we had to get off the bus while they inspected everyone&#8217;s id. then we returned to jerusalem.</p>
<p>i had a small sleep and then we walked to the bus station to check times for the return trip to amman. i had another game of chess with the owner (this time i won), talked with a brazilian couple from the hotel, packed and slept.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 10:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 381 &#8211; although christina and i were having fun, the travels were not going well. turkey was more expensive than iran and pakistan, so i was still getting used to the higher costs. in the morning we had breakfast and checked out of the hotel. we bought tickets to sanl urfa and headed into [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>day 381 &#8211; although christina and i were having fun, the travels were not going well. turkey was more expensive than iran and pakistan, so i was still getting used to the higher costs. in the morning we had breakfast and checked out of the hotel. we bought tickets to sanl urfa and headed into town to post a box of stuff home. my bag was becoming too heavy, so it was time to shed weight.</p>
<p>we had to wait a while and the shipping charge was really expensive. cursing and muttering to myself, we wandered back to the hotel, picked up our bags and had another long wait at the bus station.</p>
<p>the bus ride to sanl urfa was good. turkish buses are very comfortable and clean. they give you hand wipes and free drinks. i actually managed to sleep a little on the bus, which is amazing for me.</p>
<p>day 382 &#8211; we arrived in sanl urfa at 3.30 am. nothing was open and we had to walk for 15 minutes to find the hotel. we got questioned by the police as well, but they were more curious than anything. we woke up the hotel clerk, checked in and slept. however they told us that we had to check out the same day &#8230; so we&#8217;d paid full price for 7 hours.</p>
<p>we checked out and walked around the old city. sanl urfa is actually white a beautiful place. we saw the main park (dedicated to the biblical character of abraham, which is supposedly where he was from), a temple and a fish pond which is very popular. we also checked out the citadel. on the way back we collected our bags and got the bus to gazi antep.</p>
<p>we arrived in the evening, walked through town, found our hotel and had some dinner &#8211; during which the waiter spilled yoghurt drink (ayran) on me. we bought baklava, i washed my clothes,  and sat up for a while using the hotel&#8217;s free wifi.</p>
<p>day 383 &#8211; today we planned to cross the border to syria. we checked out early for the bus to kilis. the only way to cross the border is by taxi, and we made the negotiations before departing.</p>
<p>we had a long wait at the syrian entry point where they checked our passports thoroughly. the guard even questioned some stamps (laos) to make sure that they weren&#8217;t israeli stamps (syria doesn&#8217;t recognise israel as a country and won&#8217;t permit tourists with israel stamps in their passports). they finally cleared us for entry, which is when i discovered that the visa fee was $90. holy shit! apparently syria and australia don&#8217;t have good diplomatic relations. christina paid $30.</p>
<p>we coughed up the money and continued to azas. from there we got a minibus to the city of aleppo. it felt good to reach aleppo after a long day, but we had more difficulties to come. it took four or five hotels before we found a decent and affordable room, then we wandered around town for an hour looking for some place to eat (no shortage of shoe stores, but not a lot of restaurants). we eventually found a place, ate, and returned to the hotel (tired as hell) to sleep.</p>
<p>day 384 &#8211; we had breakfast in town and headed towards the aleppo citadel. the citadel is beautiful and really fun to look around. as well as taking photos we talked to a few local people. they were very curious about us, since syria doesn&#8217;t get a lot of tourists.</p>
<p>we had to keep moving so we returned to the hotel, checked out and caught our bus to lattakia. we checked in and had an afternoon sleep.</p>
<p>in the evening we put in some washing then walked along the harbour. although we didn&#8217;t get a good view of the sea (due to the shipping port that takes up most of the foreshore) it was beautiful weather and we enjoyed the evening walk. we watched a little tv in our room and slept.</p>
<p>day 385 &#8211; today we felt lazy and had a very easy morning. we collected washing and then got a bus to sal-hadin castle. the bus took us most of the way but we also had to get a taxi up the hill to the castle proper. we looked around the castle and, since there were no taxis, we decided to walk back.</p>
<p>we had walked most of the way to the bus station when a car pulled over and a middle aged man spoke to us. we didn&#8217;t understand a word he said, but the meaning was obvious &#8211; he had offered us a lift the rest of the way and dropped us at the bus station. we got our bus and returned to the hotel.</p>
<p>in the evening we went for another walk along the harbour, sat in a small cafe where we had some fresh corn and tea, then went to bed.</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 10:09:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 376 &#8211; my train to tabriz was in the evening, so i had a full day left in tehran. the hotel was nice and let me stay in my room until late. i decided to use the day to actually see some of tehran. i&#8217;d been hoping to see the sights of tehran with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste">day 376 &#8211; my train to tabriz was in the evening, so i had a full day left in tehran. the hotel was nice and let me stay in my room until late. i decided to use the day to actually see some of tehran. i&#8217;d been hoping to see the sights of tehran with the friends from chess.com, but since they were unavailable i wanted to see as much as i could before my evening train.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">i got a taxi across town to azadi tower, tehran&#8217;s famous monument. it was a nice tower and i enjoyed looking around. i considered going up the tower but didn&#8217;t feel like it. i then went back to the other side of town to visit the palace (which was now a government building). i walked around the streets and saw a few small mosques. on my way back to the hotel i stumbled across a camera street. most of the stores were the usual camera crap, but one store was filled with leicas and hasselblads. i stopped for a look and talked to the owner. it was a damn nice store. one mint hassleblad medium format was $4000!</div>
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<div>i checked out, grabbed a taxi to the train station and got my train to tabriz. this time the train was even nicer than the last one. we were only four to a compartment and had plenty of space. there was food, tea, fruit and dinner (fantastic chicken and rice). i couldn&#8217;t really talk to the others in my companion, but they were very friendly and tried to make me feel comfortable. i relaxed and slept well.</div>
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<div>day 377 &#8211; i arrived in tabriz early. the old man from my compartment offered (translated by a lady in the next compartment) to let me stay at his house. i was flattered, but declined his offer. i headed out and got a taxi into town.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">the mustafa story: i got a pre-paid taxi and told the driver the name of my hotel. the driver seemed friendly, introduced himself as mustafa, and we sped off in the direction of town. suddenly, far sooner than i had expected, the taxi stopped and mustafa announced that we&#8217;d arrived. what? i&#8217;d paid for a taxi i didn&#8217;t need. it was about a kilometer from the station and i could have walked. i was a bit miffed, feeling that i&#8217;d been ripped off.</div>
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<div>i got out of the taxi and entered the hotel. the man at the reception told me the price and it was double what i&#8217;d been expecting. when he saw my surprise, he told me that there were two hotels with the same name and perhaps i&#8217;d come to the wrong one. the other hotel was much further away, in the centre of town, and would require another taxi.</div>
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<div>thinking fast, i considered my options. another taxi driver had been lurking around hoping to make a little business. suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the door. i looked around and it was mustafa. he&#8217;d returned and was apologising profusely. we left the hotel and got into the taxi. mustafa explained that he called the pre-paid taxi booth and they told him it was the wrong hotel. he drove back to get me and take me to the right hotel.</div>
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<div>he kept apologising but, relieved, i laughed and thanked him for coming back. we arrived in town and mustafa told me that the street was one way only &#8230; traveling in the opposite direction. he turned the car around so that it was facing the same way as the traffic, then reversed along the entire street, stopping right in front of the hotel. it was hilarious. rather than go around the block, rather than just pull over and make me walk, he went up the street backwards to avoid a ticket and drop me right at the door of my hotel.</div>
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<div>the mustafa story: surreal, brilliant, and the epitome of persian hospitality!</div>
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<div>ironically, i didn&#8217;t stay at that hotel. i found a cheaper one around the corner, but mustafa had already left and wouldn&#8217;t know. i was still grateful though for his incredibly kind gesture.</div>
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<div>i had a small sleep in my room and then went for a very long walk around the streets of tabriz. i wandered into the bazaar and almost couldn&#8217;t find my way out. i bought some dried dates (which the shopkeeper tried to give me for free) and headed back to the hotel. i checked email, downloaded some songs, watched a movie, and slept.</div>
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<div>day 378 &#8211; i had breakfast and hit the town for some sight seeing. the first stop was the poet&#8217;s mausoleum, which was very nice, and i took a few good photos. then i went to a small qu&#8217;ran museum. after that i walked around the bazaar looking for pens and razors. to my surprise, the stationary store owner spoke excellent english. i talked with him for a litttle while and ventured off in search of a chess board. the handicraft stores were shut and i couldn&#8217;t find a decent board, so i gave up the search.</div>
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<div>i did a whole lot more walking, looked for a bookstore which might sell guidebooks, and gave up after a futile search. i was a bit tired from all the walking so i headed back to the hotel and packed. i had some tea and slept.</div>
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<div>day 379 &#8211; my last day of solo travel &#8211; the border crossing between iran and turkey is not a simple journey. i caught a city bus to the terminal and then another bus for the four hour ride to makoo. from makoo there are no buses to the border (which was still 15kms away) so i had to get a taxi, which was surprisingly cheap. about a kilometer from the border no vehicles were permitted, so i had to get another &#8216;special&#8217; taxi to the border post. it was ridiculous switching from vehicle to vehicle all the time &#8230; but thankfully it wasn&#8217;t expensive.</div>
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<div>i exited iran, after waiting for the border official to scrutinise my passport and then take it to show his superiors, and walked 30 meters across to turkey. on the turkish side things were very disorganised. i had to buy a visa stamp ($20) but the office was not signed and hard to find. frustrated, one of the border officials helped me out, i got the stamp and entered turkey. i walked down the hill to the highway where a minibus was waiting to take me to dogubayazit.</div>
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<div>when i got off the minibus, christina was literally right there, coincidentally walking along the street. we walked around town and found a hotel, then got some food. we returned to the hotel, got busy, and then watched some tv and checked email using the hotel&#8217;s free wifi.</div>
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<div>day 380 &#8211; i had sheep stomach soup for breakfast which was not delicious but not terrible. i wouldn&#8217;t have ordered it if i&#8217;d known what it was, but i still ate it &#8230; it wasn&#8217;t too bad actually. we packed, checked out and got a bus to the city of van. the bus ride was a little slow, so when we arrived it was late in the afternoon. we looked around the stores for a guidebook but had no luck finding one. instead, i researched our next few destinations at an internet cafe. then we went back to the hotel, watched the movie &#8216;up&#8217; (christina fell asleep) and i went to bed too.</div>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 09:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 371 &#8211; in the morning, sandra and i attacked the hotel&#8217;s buffet breakfast. the buffet wasn&#8217;t amazing, but we still had fun eating everything. we ate for two hours and, feeling full, walked it off around yadz. during the walking tour we visited the main mosque (and ended up talking to a group of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste">day 371 &#8211; in the morning, sandra and i attacked the hotel&#8217;s buffet breakfast. the buffet wasn&#8217;t amazing, but we still had fun eating everything. we ate for two hours and, feeling full, walked it off around yadz. during the walking tour we visited the main mosque (and ended up talking to a group of muslim school girls who were interested in sandra), walked through the old city, saw the prison and some old houses. the area was great and it was so much fun to walk around.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">feeling hungry again, we went to a small cafe which was famous for camel burgers. sandra and i got one, which was delicious, and our other companion patrick liked the smell so much he bought a burger too. then we walked through the bazaar and across to the town square. i went back to the hotel and used their wifi, checked email and edited photos. i also booked a train ticket to tehran for the following day. we sat until late chatting and drinking tea.</div>
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<div>day 372 &#8211; another buffet breakfast attack was followed by a second trip to the mosque. we were keen to go up into the minarets and take photos of yadz city. we talked to one of the mosque employees and attempted to cajole him into letting us up. we almost had him convinced, despite the fact that visitors aren&#8217;t supposed to ascend the minarets, but he finally decided to say no. damn! we walked around to another mosque with a beautiful blue dome. it was under renovation and we tried to climb up to the roof there but were denied again. double damn!</div>
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<div>we returned to the hotel, i packed and checked out. i photocopied pages from the lonely planet guide and said goodbye to sandra who was leaving for esfahan. i had a few hourse to kill and caught up with chess games. in the evening i got a taxi to the train station and caught my train to tehran. iran trains are nice. instead of being open carriages, each compartment has a door and some privacy. the bunks are more comfortable and the trip was nice.</div>
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<div>day 373 &#8211; i arrived in tehran very early in the morning, got a taxi into town and walked the empty streets looking for a hotel. tehran isn&#8217;t really &#8216;tourist friendly&#8217; and the hotels are hard to find. eventually i got a room and, tired as hell, crashed for the morning.</div>
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<div>i woke up late and walked around town. the hotel area isn&#8217;t very nice, being full of car accessory shops, so i had to walk quite a long way to see anything. i changed some money and grabbed a felafel. on the way back i looked around the electronics stores. they had cool figurines in the windows and i really wished i could have bought one.</div>
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<div>when i returned to the hotel my key was missing. they asked some guy who was standing around (cleaner, guest, i don&#8217;t know) and he had my key in his pocket. he had two keys and the hotel guy said it was a mistake. bullshit it was a mistake. nobody picks up two keys accidentally. i was feeling that the hotel was dodgy, so i spent the evening in my room (i didn&#8217;t want to go out and leave my key behind). i watched a couple of movies on my computer and went to sleep.</div>
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<div>day 374 &#8211; in the morning i decided to change hotels. it ended up costing me more to move to a nicer hotel, but i felt safer. the new hotel had tv and wifi (heaven!) so i had a lazy day in my room.</div>
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<div>define irony: bbc.com is blocked by the government, but bbc world news is available on cable tv.</div>
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<div>day 375 &#8211; i had a couple of friends in tehran who i&#8217;d met on chess.com. so i contacted them to make plans to meet, however one had university and the other was doing military service. so i had no chance to meet them. i decided it was time to leave tehran and keep moving west. i booked a train ticket to tabriz, bought some food and spent the afternoon online.</div>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 09:40:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 361 &#8211; in the morning i checked email, then sat with sandra and shinji (a japanese guy at our hotel) downstairs drinking chai. then sandra and i went to the old city to look around. we met a woman who works as part of the old city restoration society. she showed us around and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste">day 361 &#8211; in the morning i checked email, then sat with sandra and shinji (a japanese guy at our hotel) downstairs drinking chai. then sandra and i went to the old city to look around. we met a woman who works as part of the old city restoration society. she showed us around and also took us into a building that was being restored. it was nice to see and we talked to another guy who explained the restoration process.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">after that we visited the fort and saw some mausoleums. i took some photos and talked to local pakistani people about life and cricket. i spent the afternoon at the hotel relaxing, talking and playing guitar.</div>
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<div>day 362- we three (me, sandra, shinji) settled in for a morning of chatting and chai. after that i walked to the &#8216;camera street&#8217; to look around. i was thinking of buying a camera bag and looked through the stores. they had nothing i liked, but i did find a repair store who said they&#8217;d be able to repair the crack in my camera&#8217;s casing. i left the camera, put some photos in for developing, and returned to the hotel.</div>
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<div>after lunch i picked up the camera and met the others to go and see some singing. in lahore, every thursday, there are numerous events. one such event is kwalli singing in one of the main mosques. heaps of different groups take turns singing for their audience. each group gets to do one song and people throw money. it was a lot of fun and the singing was very good. they mixed singing with drums, accordians and clapping.</div>
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<div>i took some photos and we all returned to the hotel. we had shawarmas for dinner (and beer) and waited for the late sufi performance to begin. i recorded shinji singing a funny japanese song and at nearly midnight, despite being tired, we all headed off to see the sufis. when we arrived we were given seats at the front (the advantage of being foreign) and i got to take some good photos.</div>
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<div>before the performance began there was a delay and a power blackout. so i talked to a couple of local guys about the mosque and the sufis. then when the show began i returned to the central area and took pictures. the performance was long and we didn&#8217;t stay for the whole thing. we left at about 2am, returning to the hotel, dog tired, to sleep.</div>
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<div>oh, on the way out, one of the japanese guys who&#8217;d arrived in pakistan that day (there were about five japanese guys at our hotel, including shinji), said that he was robbed by corrupt police outside the sufi place. the pakistani guys looked around for the policemen, but they were gone. it was a strange thing to have happen &#8230; especially on his first day in pakistan.</div>
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<div>day 363 &#8211; despite still being tired from the late night, i packed, had some chai and said my goodbyes. i got a rickshaw to the train station, had mcdonalds for lunch (bad, i know!) and caught my train to karachi. on the train, just like in india, people seem to sit wherever they please (regardless of seating numbers) and there were about fifteen people in my compartment, which was designed for nine people. i complained to the conductor and he made a few of them move, making me happy and giving everyone more space.</div>
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<div>then i got talking to the guy in the seat next to me. he was an orthodox muslim and a sailor for the navy. he, dahill, and i spent the majority of the trip talking, drinking tea and eating dates which he&#8217;d brought. we had some good conversations about islam, religion, pakistan and traveling.</div>
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<div>day 364 &#8211; in the morning, dahill and i picked up where we left off and continued talking all the way to karachi. he was staying at a mosque for two days before returning to his ship, so i promised to meet him the following day. i got into a taxi and went to my hotel. upon arriving, i thought that the hotel seemed too luxurious and soon discovered that it was the wrong hotel. so, with the manager&#8217;s help, i got another taxi into the centre of karachi and found a much cheaper hotel.</div>
<div id="_mcePaste">after having a shower i wandered the streets. the entire town was shut down due to it being the prophet mohammad&#8217;s birthday. there was really nothing to do. i returned to the hotel, had some dinner, watched bbc and slept.</div>
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<div>day 365 &#8211; one year on the road &#8211; everything was open again today (yay!) so i wandered the streets and markets. i took some photos and ended up having chai with some bus drivers. i had been photographing their buses (which were amazingly colourful) and they invited me to drink tea.</div>
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<div>i had to prepare my exit from pakistan so i went to a travel agent to get a flight into iran. there were no direct flights so i took a flight to shiraz via manama (bahrain). there was an eight hour stopover between flights which would give me a few hours to look around manama city. it was better than nothing and i headed back towards my hotel. near my hotel were a few camera stores. walking past, a camera caught my eye that i&#8217;d been looking at online. a few shops had the canon d10 (waterproof) which i&#8217;d been tempted to buy. i had the olympus, but i was unhappy with the image quality. the shops offered to take the olympus on trade for the canon, which was too tempting, and fifteen minutes later i walked out with a new camera.</div>
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<div>happy, i remembered my promise to meet dahill and made my way to makki mosque where dahill told me he would be. dahill and i spent the afternoon at the mosque. the other muslims who work there were very welcoming. they brought food and tea, we talked, and i listened to a islamic sermon (which a visiting muslim from mauritius translated for me). we took a break while they went for prayers and then talked some more. it was a fun afternoon and a nice experience. in the early evening dahill and i walked back into town and he dropped me off at my hotel. the next day&#8217;s start was early so i packed and slept.</div>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 09:31:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[day 356 &#8211; my morning began with the usual routine of breakfast and email. then i walked down to the &#8216;tibetan government in exile&#8217; offices for a look around. i saw the library and the museum, had a drink at the cafe and decided to talk to the staff about a job. my idea was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="_mcePaste">day 356 &#8211; my morning began with the usual routine of breakfast and email. then i walked down to the &#8216;tibetan government in exile&#8217; offices for a look around. i saw the library and the museum, had a drink at the cafe and decided to talk to the staff about a job. my idea was to see if they were interested in hiring me for pr work. i got talking to a few guys and ended up at the office of the multimedia manager (which included website development). we had some tea and talked, but i came to the realisation that the tgie is not very organised or seemingly interested in working towards improved public relations. i thanked them for their time and made the long walk back up the hill to mcleod ganj.</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">being at the tibetan government in exile offices had taken up most of my day, so when i returned i walked around town a little, had some dinner and headed back to my hotel for the night.</div>
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<div>day 357 &#8211; today i should have left dharamsala. my destination is amritsar but in the morning i didn&#8217;t feel motivated to pack and leave. so i spent another lazy day wandering around mcleod ganj. i spent the day drinking coffee and playing chess online. in the afternoon i bought prayer beads and had beer &amp; chicken for dinner. i packed, determined to leave early the next morning, and got some sleep.</div>
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<div>day 358 &#8211; i woke up early, checked out and took three buses to get to amritsar. the city is a shithole but the famous sikh golden temple was very nice. they allow pilgrims to stay there for free (donations accepted of course) so i got a bunk in the dorm. i exchanged some money, had a nice dinner, and returned to the temple. i should have spent some time wandering around taking photos, but i was tired (of india) and keen to sleep.</div>
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<div>day 359 &#8211; another early morning. i checked out, grabbed a quick coffee, and caught a bus to the border. i crossed into pakistan (which was quick and painless). at the pakistan side i took a break (found some salt and vinegar chips, huzzah!) and talked to the vendor. i got a taxi to lahore and headed straight to the hotel.</div>
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<div>i did some photocopying (passport copies) and decided to go to the nearby kfc for lunch. i&#8217;m glad i did. i entered the kfc and something struck me as odd. i stood there, trying to figure out what was so strange, when i realised how quiet it was inside. specifically, it was quiet at the counter where people were ordering. nobody was talking. people pointed at menus, gave a few simple gestures, received food, sat and ate &#8230; all the employees at this kfc were deaf!</div>
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<div>it was then that i noticed a sign above the counter. it was in arabic, but the ear with the cross through it was all the information i needed. the sign notified customers that the employees were hearing impaired. i was absolutely thrilled. it was such a cool idea. i headed to the counter and when it was my turn i pointed at the menu, pointed to pepsi and pointed to french fries. then the employee pointed twice to indicate eat in or take out. i pointed to the seats &#8216;eat in&#8217; and handed over my money. the girl gave me my change, my food, smiled (i smiled back) and i sat down to eat.</div>
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<div>the whole time it took to eat, i sat and watched the silent ballet of people ordering food. it was really neato.</div>
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<div>i returned to the hotel and had a small sleep. in the evening i got into deep conversation with the hotel owner, malik, and a few of the other guests. i also met a girl who i&#8217;d seen at the golden temple dormitory in amritsar. malik is a very informative and knowledgable person. he gave a lot of good information and told some great stories about pakistan. we all sat and talked, played guitar, and had a very pleasant evening.</div>
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<div>day 360 &#8211; the previous evening i&#8217;d started talking to sandra, the girl from golden palace, about iran. she is swiss and was traveling in the same direction and already had her iran visa. i didn&#8217;t have a visa, due to the ridiculous complexities and cost involved, but malik told us that we might be able to convince the iranian embassy to give me one. sandra accompanied me and we told the embassy that she was afraid to cross the border on her own. we talked and cajoled and begged, even calling the other iranian embassy in islamabad, but the embassy officials were determined that i couldn&#8217;t have a visa without going through the &#8216;proper&#8217; channels.</div>
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<div>frustrated and out of options, we gave up and headed across town to get train tickets. because she was crossing the border, sandra was headed to quetta. i was going to karachi and would fly to iran from there. all foreigners are eligible for a 25% discount on rail tickets, however we had to find the small office to get the discount form. it took a while and a lot of walking (it wasn&#8217;t near the train station). then we had to go to the reservation office (also not at the train station) to book the tickets. i couldn&#8217;t get the ticket that i wanted and had to walk to the discount office and back again (with a new discount form) to get the right train ticket. talk about ridiculous bureaucracy!</div>
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<div>we finally got the tickets and headed back towards the hotel. i took sandra to kfc to show her the amazing hearing impaired employees. she loved the place and we enjoyed sitting and watching the routines. we both agreed that this kind of thing is fantastic and even in our own countries, which are supposedly more advanced, there&#8217;s few such opportunities like this.</div>
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<div>we returned to the hotel and spent another nice evening chatting, playing guitar and talking.</div>
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