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IRAN
To be honest, I was scared and anxious as hell. All the planning in the world didn’t prepare me for the actual moment I had to step on the ship and finally get going. It was time to prove my mettle and after wishing farewell to those who came to see me off at Port Khalid in Sharjah, I took a deep breath, yes, that deep breath and pinched myself to make sure all this was indeed happening for real.
The journey from UAE to Iran was better than I expected. The ferry was comfortable and different from what I had imagined. The whole experience was similar to my childhood days when we used to travel on trains in India. To my surprise, the crew served some really delicious dinner that I gobbled up with much delight. The port was chaotic and the ferry was crowded but there was a method to this madness. Also, the authorities took my passport away on the pretext of ‘further checking’ and promptly returned it around 30 minutes later with the immigration entry stamp for Iran.
To my horror, I was informed that the customs department was closed as we were late and that led me to lose a whole day and my entire plan was delayed the moment I landed in Iran. I wasn’t expecting a surprise like this so early into my trip but what could I do?! Meanwhile, I called a friend who offered to host me for the night and I caught up on some much needed sleep which was impossible to do on the ferry thanks to happy and loud Iranians returning home for vacation.
The next morning, I arrived at the customs office at 8am and the whole ordeal was a bit frustrating. It took me half a day to get the bike out of the port. Each time I thought ‘that’s it’, I was asked to get another stamp from another department and the drama never ended. Finally, by 3pm, this ordeal came to a close and I headed back to my friends place to pack my bags.
So, being two days behind schedule, I decided to head out the same day and ride through the night to make up on lost time. I left Bandar Abbas by around 7pm and planned to reach Yazd 12 hours later. Riding at night in Iran had its own risk but I had to do it. En route I was greeted with some really friendly cops and the military was very welcoming and cheered me up. On finding out I’m an Indian, the cops danced to some Bollywood music and told me to give their regards to Amitabh Bachchan! Iran was friendlier and hospitable than I had imagined.
Reaching Yazd was not a big deal as the roads were good and I maintained a decent average speed. I decided to ride from Yazd to Karaj at night as well to make up on lost time. I decided to avoid bigger cities and take the bypass roads to avoid traffic. Avoiding cities was an advantage, no doubt, but I also experienced a more authentic Iran this way. There smaller cities with their undiluted culture really touched me in an indescribable way and I couldn’t help but think of an opportunity to come back to Iran and explore more of this country. I had another day of smooth riding and reached Karaj by 3am and hit the bed at a local motel.
I left from Karaj by 11am the same day and headed straight for Karaj, the border with Turkey. It looks like I managed to cover up on all the lost time by riding at night and here onwards I hope I’m able to stick to my plan as border crossings are expected to be a bit more relaxed with less formalities as I enter Europe.
On the way to karaj
These guys offered me sheesha and how could i ever refuse
A view of the morning rush in Karaj
FIRST BORDER CROSSING - IRAN/TURKEY
Riding in Iran has been an amazing experience, one that I will cherish for a lifetime. After spending three days in this peaceful and beautiful country I was all set to cross into Turkey. People in Iran go overboard with their hospitality and I was expecting the same welcoming gestures from everyone I would meet on this ride.
After clearing customs in Iran and riding for over 600 kilometres each on two consecutive nights, I was a bit exhausted. The first night I rode from Bander Abbas to Yazd (680kms) and the second night was a 600kms ride from Yazd to Karaj, which is adjacent to Tehran.
After riding from Tabriz to Erzurum and hoping to get back on track with my schedule, I met with another speed bump at the Turkish border. I lost three hours at the Turkish border due to an adhoc requirement to scan the motorcycle. However the officials at the border posts were polite and helpful and the process was smooth albeit a bit long. Exiting Iran was another story altogether as everything requires a handling charge.
Another thing that struck me immediately was the dramatic change in terrain in these two countries. I rode to Ankara/Samsun soon after I crossed the border and the intention is to save a day in turkey, so I can have an extra day in Romania.
I entered Turkey on the 7th of July. I started riding from Tabriz (Iran) on 7th morning aiming to cross into Turkey and reach at Erzurum, which is 300 kms inland from the Turkish border. I reached checkpoint at Iran border and headed straight to the carnet-stamping desk. Luckily for me, there was an agent who agreed to get the paperwork sorted for a small handling charge that I was happy to pay him in order to get back on the road as quickly as possible. So that was Iran for me!
As I physically pushed my bike in to the Turkish border, things started to move much faster. I got the insurance sorted (local insurance) and the bike and I are all clear to enter Turkey. However, within a few minutes, things took a U turn when I was politely asked by a customs offer to follow him to the scan facility. I reached a warehouse kind of place with a couple of kilometers long queue of trucks.
I had to strip everything off the bike, which was a tedious task. It took me nearly an hour to finish the scan, put everything back on and start riding into Turkey. The heavens decided to open up and the moment I left the border gates, I was greeted with heavy rains, and to my luck, I had my rain gear handy and put everything on quickly.
That evening I rode till 11 pm to arrive at Erzurum Renaissance Ski Hotel. This town is known to have temperatures of up to minus 30 degrees in winter. The view from the hotel was fantastic but I had no energy to stay up and spend some more time going around to place. I hit the sack immediately. The next morning I geared up to leave at 11 am, and in the hotel parking I bumped into the Turkish wrestling team for the 2012 London Olympics along with their coach. They were training at high altitude to build stamina. I mist admit they were a real nice and friendly bunch of people and I wish them all the best with their pursuit of Olympic medals.
I hit the road by 1pm and rode from Erzurum to Ankara, covering almost 200kms at one go before taking a break. The weather was amazing and the countryside got better with time as I got away from densely populated towns. On the way I was stopped by the traffic cops for speeding (I’m not sure if I was). However the cop pardoned me and let me go once he spoke to me and saw the motorcycle and the camera mounted on my helmet.
After riding for 12 hours I was roughly 200kms from Ankara and I stopped at motel to have dinner and decided to stay in the same hotel as riding beyond midnight was an unnecessary risk.
The morning I rode from the highway hotel to Istanbul. I got onto one of the major freeways and things started to look much better as the official speed limit went up to 120, while it was 90 on the old highway. On the way heavy rainfall slowed me down but I managed to reach Istanbul by 5pm that day. Since I got there early, I decided to walk around the city a bit and had some of the best Turkish coffee ever. Next stop, Bulgaria.
Istanbul, Turkey
Turkish Olympics Wrestling Team - Coach in the white cap!