on the first of january we finally hit the road. 12h on bus from Bandar Abbas to Zahedan. The friend of amisrs dad organized us some dude who picked us up from the bus station and took us 60 km to the border. Bandar Abbas peopole ensured that it will be for free but the man charged us 50 USD. On the pakistani side, we got the knowledge that no buses r going to quetta that day. Cause- national holiday that mad us already some problems. We hanged at a tea stall for 5 hours, drinking chai and smoking nasty afgani hasch with the locals, until they found a pickup truck heading for Quetta. It lacked 2 passengers, so we got a ride. Me end Joss + the driver on the front seat, 4 dudes on the backseat and one more dude, a goat and a shitload of bags in the cargo area.
Quetta was cold, and no possibilities to continue by train for the next 3 days. So we took a 22 hour bus to Lahore. We were unable to find a cheap hotel there, so we took a riksha to the border immediately. The riksha broke down on the way, so we were late coz the Indian/Pakistani border closes at 3.30 PM. There was only one hotel on the border. A really nice place. Enteryng the room again, late at night, after a nice cup of chai, we heard somebody playing tablas in the room next to us. The moment we tried to unlock our door, the hotel manager exited from the other room and asked us to join him and his tabla master for a late night tabla/hasisch session. After a while, some borderguards joined the festivities and we all chilled until i don't know when.
Next morning we entered India, and arrived in the holy city of sikhs- Amritsar. Free accomodation and food at the golden temple for 2 days, a night out with beer and serbian dude Coja, and we took off to Delhi by train.
Quetta was cold, and no possibilities to continue by train for the next 3 days. So we took a 22 hour bus to Lahore. We were unable to find a cheap hotel there, so we took a riksha to the border immediately. The riksha broke down on the way, so we were late coz the Indian/Pakistani border closes at 3.30 PM. There was only one hotel on the border. A really nice place. Enteryng the room again, late at night, after a nice cup of chai, we heard somebody playing tablas in the room next to us. The moment we tried to unlock our door, the hotel manager exited from the other room and asked us to join him and his tabla master for a late night tabla/hasisch session. After a while, some borderguards joined the festivities and we all chilled until i don't know when.
Next morning we entered India, and arrived in the holy city of sikhs- Amritsar. Free accomodation and food at the golden temple for 2 days, a night out with beer and serbian dude Coja, and we took off to Delhi by train.
border hotel
quetta
3 comments:
Argh ..... i absolutely envy u. U r having a trip of lifetime! And i obviously like and share your attitude..f..k, go somewhere!
I had a very drunk birthday last friday:) Hope u both r alright and wishing u all the best. Khm, hope to c u one day again ;)
When I read about the troubles at pakistani border, both sides, I was like ... Shit.
But thinking about it with a different attitude, it's not about the troubles, as it is about overcoming troubles. It's about the challenge. You go ahead towards things with a "can do" attitude, and you don't see problems as problems, rather, you see them as challenges and maybe at most, set backs. And I like that.
Nevertheless, sorry about you getting ripped off in Zahedan for 50 bucks. I hope he chokes on it. Did you by any chance pay him with joss' $100 bill ?
word!!!
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