Friday, December 31, 2010

Hongfire Ikusa Otome Suvia

Prepare for the New Year Harry

Call me nuwanda

Two months ago, my friends and I o Discussed New Year's Eve theme . And weekends were Agreed Rather simple one: " TV series . I Had an idea in mind (the cheerleader in Heroes, did not I am blond It Would Have Been fun to wear a wig and play the idiot), and was looking forward to it. BUT , two weeks ago, most of the group agreed on cancelling the theme, because it was too much work. They wanted to do "a Fancy New Year". I strongly protested, so did Dju , and to please us they said "ok, we could go for Fancy & Fun " (in French "Chic & Choc", which could also translate into Fancy & Shock or Fancy & Scandalous...).

Oh my, if they knew what's coming on them...

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Shiny Pokemon Platinum

Year Over (2 / 2)

Latest look in the mirror, a small smile that will not fade away, projects and thanks ...

August 2010: it was almost 3 years we were in contact by email with the Argentine Trijaus , based in Buenos Aires. It is often a question of temporality ... Elodie was in Buenos Aires in late 2009 and met a huge favorite. In February 2010 in a Parisian airport cold hall, it was agreed to make a long way together. 6 months later so Juan Ignacio and Chow landed for 3 months. A meeting is still quite strong, Nantes waters of Lake Geneva, from Barcelona to Brussels via Berlin, what memories! An EP No Importa (beautifully realized by Marie Clerel) is published by us, with a bonus track recorded at our friend tubesque Rostrot we can never thank her enough sympathy. During the tour with the Argentines, we were in contact with a talented cellist Swedish, discovered in May at random from Myspace (like what this site is useful). We agree a 5 tracks together. The Argentine left the other side of the hemisphere is in December that while accelerating with Linnea Olsson . The songs were recorded, mastered in the fall. She goes to Paris in early December accompanying Nina Kinert and Frida Hyvonen and returns for our Christmas Party. A magical evening around Iceland Hjaltalin and talented Porcelain. .

So 2011? Broadly, we can announce the five titles with Linnea (February), a mini tour with Andrea Perdue (February-March), a tour in April with Linnea? The output (finally) the album Fingers of Chaz Knapp with a launch party unlikely in May, a campsite with all the team, friends and all artists (yes) in early July, and an evening CL in Iceland in August ... Returns Jordan and Michelle Blades in France, a new EP with Andrea, Michelle? ... The launch of the site with access Paypal, T-shirts KEYS ... and contingencies that we love, that give us a smile at the corner of the lips, because nothing goes as planned:)

Finally we thank Sandra (no one knows except us, but without whom nothing none of this would be). Bene for everything, especially the clash that we have advanced. Mary for her talent and patience. Elodie for his generosity. Cyril and juancarlos for the videos, their availability and kindness. Malvina for his presence and camaraderie. Erik for his great friendship and sincerity. Benjamin immense sympathy for her. Pim's and all of Switzerland for their support. And all those who welcomed us home, talking to us about them and support us (Julie and the team small hands, Cath, Manu, Leslie, Johann, Cedric, Sarah, Ellen, Maxe, Lawrence, Cedric, Yann, Raman, Landry ...). Not to mention all those wonderful artists without whom we would not.

J. & B *

photo: Trijaus @ Lausanne. (Pim's)

Trijaus - My Sweet Sting (we no Importa EP - Fellowship Limited)


Denise Milani Green Water

Year Over (1 / 2)

J-2 before a new chapter but already it is said, there the fire was still COOL 2010! Before placing the book of the year on the shelves, a small return on this year ...

January 2010 began with some disappointment on our side, and the non-realization of a project that we took to heart with the Dutch Jae . You can not win every time ... Within two weeks after they racked Bene head to see who was going to tour 15 days in April, our little star has shown the ends of its range ... Michelle Blades , an American originally from Panama made us a request on Myspace. A few emails later between her, her manager ( Jones River) in Phoenix and us, she had her tickets to France and we had our 4th project. Duration of the operation between the query and myspace airline tickets: 3h. A little crazy, but paying. A sincere and memorable encounter with Michelle that will extend his stay a week in France and who fell in love with our country, will come back (permanently?) In 2011. The tour, beautifully placed, allowed us to meet a lot of wonderful people, friends of friends of friends, expanding our network even more CL. Among the artists interviewed, we will retain CJ Boyd, the American Heart and enormous standing on tour. We also had the pleasure of meeting the very discreet Kinrisu , American living in Paris and whose compositions are reminiscent Cocorosie . Fragile and shy by nature, she joined the constellation Limited and since we endure throughout our fellowship. Spring but caused a stir internally and summer break was welcome, it will nevertheless be short ... Stay tuned.

Photo: Michelle Blades @ Brussels. April 2010.

Michelle Blades - Afterwords (you Oh Nostalgia - River Jones Music / Fellowship Limited)




Michelle Blades - Michigan Live With The Passage Beslay Choir and Fellowship Limited in Paris! May 8, 2010. Video by Cyril.

Michigan Alaric-rock from one Vimeo.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Letter Fo Terminate Tenancy Agreement



J'ai réalisé que j'étais une grosse geek de Harry Potter quand cet après-midi, out of the session Harry Potter 7 (Part One) (in French , because in my small town they do not know the original version), I could list all what had been forgotten, changed, improved , turned out differently from the book. And I could not stop to talk my sisters, who have understood the extent of my dementia.

must say that I listened to the seven books read by Jim Dale in English, and I even re-listening when I feel alone (this also because I do not know words of the French version, for me it says the Snatchers and Balthilda Bagshot. Bread is an all ).

I know you a little scared there.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

There Is A Lump On My Dog's Tail

Iran End Game lived with a dark-skinned tourist

Salam,

L'Iran - que de choses a dire. Le seul pays ou je n'ai pas bien dormi pendant un mois car je n'arrivais pas a liberer my mind of what I saw and lived during the day. In hindsight, what really nothing to prevent sleep and yet at the moment, my sensitive side took over. It was also a country where we had high expectations because many tourists we were talking very positively. Unfortunately I have not found the enthusiasm I expected from my discomfort in the Iranian society. But this remains a country that deserves to be visited, at least to remove the prejudices that Western society can have.

First, to be clear, wearing a "chador" (which means trying fa - it is aptly named!) Is absolutely mandatory in Iran. Only wearing "hejab" the east. The hejab is to cover their hair, or by a "maqna'e" that resembles the hood of the nuns, either a scarf or a scarf that covers most of the time that half of the head. The "hejab" also wear long sleeves and long trousers and not too tight. And cover his ass! In fact, everything that should hide the physical appearance of women. So generally, women wear a coat or shirt-ceintrees tunics that go just below the bottom of the buttocks. Women wearing the chador are the most conservative to the point of covering the mouth while holding the chador in the teeth if they have taken hands. They wear it to hide from men of course.

I'll always remember the words of our host has Mashhad, Vali. "She loves it," he says, speaking of his wife and the chador. He is married to a woman much more conservative as it can be. He prays when he has time ... They spent 2 years in Switzerland. Vali is a merchant and restoration of carpets. He opened his home and more a "guesthouse". While living in Switzerland, and Vali began to shake hands with women and go out to bars, his wife told him that it was time to return to Iran ... not to risk a divorce. Apparently only 80% of Iranian couples eventually divorce emigrate. In conservative families, men are at least 10 years older than their wives. They need the time to have found work to support the needs of the future family before finding a woman. And for the woman, she is young for it to have chosen all the energy to raise the many children to come. Vali We have never talked politics or religion. Regularly receiving tourists, it must also be heavily monitored. So it does not address these issues. By cons, it was found one morning a little rebellion. He would like his women working (he has 2 children, a boy and a girl, the two university students). His wife works at home as it is she who prepares meals for tourists. It is also she who manages the money. By cons, it never goes grocery shopping. All businesses are required by men. To not be in contact with them, women are conservative to the grocery store man. In Mashhad, it was very common to the point that I myself was not comfortable entering a business alone. Vali would not want her daughter to take the same path. Since studying at university, he hopes that it then worked. Children, even academics, asking for money to their parents for everything and it's okay to give them.

Many children, I can link. Children born in the early 80's are extremely numerous. Beginning of the Islamic revolution, contraception was prohibited. These children are now 30 years and it is extremely difficult for them find work. Too many. And much of the post in Iran is guarded by the Basij. These are part of a branch of the Guardians of the Revolution and are usually recruited between 12 and 20 years. They are the ones who have served as "cannon fodder" during the Iran-Iraq war. There are the pictures of these martyrs displayed in all cities. This branch has not been removed at the end of the war, but serves as a militia responsible for the repression. Many undertake because they receive government assistance and can get seats reserved for them at the university. Similarly then get a job. We met a young Tabriz has 30 years, Masters in Microbiology and working in a restaurant failing to find work in his field. He already is one of the Basij, and is waived because it was not reflected in the ideology, he nevertheless could have a job more easily in the future. And he said that no work said no woman yet.

In city buses, men sit in front in the first half of the bus and the women get to sit in the middle in the second half of the bus. In the long-distance bus, a man or a woman traveling alone does not sit beside a person of the opposite sex. This causes rotation of the seat throughout the trip when new passengers board.

Bread is cooked in only certain times of day, morning and late afternoon after most of the time. So there's a queue to buy bread. In fact, not one but two lines of waiting, the men on one side and women on the other.

The school to university are unisex. At the university, even if men and women are together in classrooms, they are each seated on one side and did not speak. From an early age, in parks for example, teaches children not to play together if they are not of the same sex. Oceanne has seen little boys run away when approached them!

Returning under my message. From the first day in Iran, Sarakhs, I went down to the reception of the hotel with my scarf on the head to make my breakfast. The first comment of the manager was telling me I look like an Iranian. Tan agrees. I did not know if it would be positive or negative for me. Already in Central Asia, I was asked if I spoke Turkish. In Iran, I was talking directly fa and we are surprised that I do not understand. It then asks me if I speak Turkish. When I answer the question "where are you from" I'm from Canada, they reply "yes, but what are your roots?" I answer France and people are disappointed ... The closest they could be, thinking that I had Spain. Something that was consequently more difficult to live is the fact that my daughter is not like me, at least in appearance, the color again. Walking in the street, people not wanting to stare at me. They then watched Rupert Oceanne and made the connection. Me, I was the framer Iranian did not meet the conventions of Iranian dress. Cycling, so most of the time on my bike, I did not want to invest in the purchase of a coat of Iran. So I contented myself to tie a jacket around the waist, which could go unnoticed for any other tourist is not a woman's skin is tanned. When Rupert says I'm his wife and daughter Oceanne there has always hesitation. The most offensive to me was the day a woman laughed at me, after watching Oceanne then me, then a suspicious air to listen to my response was that my daughter was well qu'Oceanne. Sensitive perhaps but I took it as an insult.

And side trip itself, after Sarakhs, we rolled a few days in the desert before reaching Mashhad. It was time for me to get used to pedal in long sleeves and pants. Not so difficult after all. Before arriving in Mashhad, while we were stopped on the roadside for lunch, a man down from his truck and come see us. I'm sitting with Oceanne in the arms and Rupert layer making a pretend nap. The man came up to me not seeing right now tells me about Rupert and fa. I told him I do not understand. He approached me, very close, and makes me a nod. I ask Rupert to come closer and it comes between us. We think he wants to discuss with us, and we give the usual answers. This man is not interested. Rupert told him that I am his wife and daughter Oceanne. He did not seem to understand. The man with whom he was in the truck told him to come to understanding that we are tourists. The man then back off again and insisted on me with her winks and beckons me to come with him. Rupert said no and finally he leaves. Hmmm. It has been 3 days since I am Iran. This never happened to me in other countries. I am convinced that this could have happened elsewhere, but even doing all of the link between this incident and the fact that I said that I looked like an Iranian.

In Mashhad, I can not feel myself in the street. I must learn not to meet the eyes of a man. I do not feel free to run after my daughter, to make movements that I'm used to. I tell myself that it is all about adaptation. In fact, I'm surprised because I had in my head that cover my head was enough to be respectful and the rest would be like everywhere else. But no, because everything goes together. Most of the time we said hello and even Rupert has Oceanne, but not me. I stay in the shade. Mashhad, Qom as the reputation of being very conservative as a city very religious city. So I'll see later elsewhere. One of the great moments in Mashhad, which also means "place of martyrdom" was visiting the shrine (the only one to be in Iran) of the 8th Imam of Shiites, Imam Reza, died in the 9th century. It is an extremely important place of pilgrimage and it is a chance for us non-Muslims to visit it (a requirement for women to wear the chador, an experience in itself). We presented at the hour of prayer and it was even more packed crowd. Atmosphere impressive and filled with emotion, I had my hair that stood on the arm to see and hear these people mourn the death of the Imam. We stayed several days Mashhad history refuel quickly after our crossing of Turkmenistan. In addition, we had a history of money to settle. Visa and Mastercard, symbols of capitalism are not in Iran. Apparently that transfers money from outside to Iran are part of economic sanctions. Western Union is not the either. We did not have enough money in the bank in Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan, we could only have had Ashgabat and we did not go. Vali Mashhad us aid, but it was not a simple story!

We already started to think about end of the trip and that is why we chose the shortest route. It was also the end of October and the end of autumn approaching. We're headed towards the Caspian Sea. First a small passage in the gorgeous mountains. The cars we see on the road are Paykan, Iran too polluting car, the company's stop there a few years of production, and Peugeot. The model 405 is the most popular is the car average price, best quality / price! The Iranians have their production plants. It also crosses a number of young Elvis on a motorcycle. It is the occupation of people in their twenties, failing to find work surely, to walk in the countryside has 1, 2 or 3 on the bike. They have hormones in the ceiling. A woman on bike, never seen in real life. This is apparently banned in Iran, probably too provocative, and yet I've never said anything even though I often crossed the police. Hormones in the ceiling, yes. Could never be in contact with women has its consequences. Even a woman in baggy pants, buttocks covered, okay slightly elongated position, the person concerned. That's how I got harassed a second time on the road. A man followed us almost a full day and liked it a go before me to take my picture. A family car passed by, stopped to offer us tea and biscuits. We could tell him what was happening. Man We were left alone for a few hours to find one last time with a woman in back of his motorbike to show us that we do not want to hurt ... 2nd time 3rd time but no, I did not want or when I leave the country. Diverse country. Every time I started to feel comfortable in the country, aided by events such as happy family on the road, an event that I was often holding back at the same time. I try, I try not to have negative thoughts in order to say then that this country is not what it says ... Without requesting permission to camp in a field inside a private property, you settle. Instead of being driven as it could have been happen in many countries, the owner invited us to come home. Already installed, we refuse. It offers a dozen fresh eggs! The next morning, he and his wife bring us breakfast in the tent. His wife invited us for lunch. Yet we refuse because we have to hit the road. The next town, there is again inviting ... If we always agreed, we would still be in the country!

after crossing the arid mountains, we pass from the other side, wet side to the Caspian Sea. The crossing of the Golestan National Park, an enormous drill bit, has combined with meeting many boars. I had never seen and there were plenty! We then arrives turkmeme territory. The Persians are the majority ethnic Iran, but many live close to Turkmenistan Turkmen. There are also Kurds to the border with Turkey and Iraq. And Azeris in the north-west in the region lAzerbaidjan. All these people are absolutely well integrated in Iran, unlike the country needs. No ethnic problems here. Maybe the Afghans are they the less fortunate since they are the ones who do the work that the Iranians do not want to do. Many have immigrated to Iran when the Taliban government of Afghanistan was, they are now encouraged to return home. In short, the Turkmens. This was our best experience in Iran. While we ate our lunch beside the road, A man and his nephew invites us home. 3 offers and 3 after refusal, we accept. "You are here to meet people, is not it?" Indeed, one can not refuse! Mansoud take us home and we did meet the whole family. People into gold. We eat like kings. They make "jokes" about Ahmadinejad, but not too much because we say we can not talk politics. It will not take any risk. They also speak of bin Laden by making jokes because they know that Westerners take for the terrorists! They criticized some Persians and their chador. Turkmen women, themselves, wear colorful robes and scarves to match. They carry it in their villages during festivals or at home. But in public places or at school is the dominant Persian dress by compliance.

The 3 girls Ahmad, nieces for whom we are invited, as many Iranians speak very good English as they attend classes 2 times per week. They serve as translators for the evening. Knowledge of English helps us enormously in touch with the Iranians, the more they want to talk about their country. A question that comes up all the time: "What do you think of Iran?". Iranians are proud of their country but at the same time a lack of confidence because they know what the West thinks of them. It is an extremely cultured and educated people who do not like being "Upgraded to" emerging countries. 65% of academics are women, but only 13% of them then find work. Men and women mixtures, only 50% of 25-29 year olds find work after graduating. Each year, more than 150 000 young graduates leave the country to find jobs corresponding to their qualifications in Western countries. A big waste of brains to the country ... All Iranians with whom we could share them we have talking about a family member living abroad. Going back to English, to my surprise, everything is written in two languages. All traffic signs are fa and Latin alphabet. For all the food we buy, the label is written at least fa and English. Huge open-minded I think. I have not seen that in no other country has crossed outside the European Union. Iran is far more open to the outside than what you may think. The Iranians are well aware of what is happening outside their homes.

Turkmen family with whom we stayed for a first night Mansoud and his wife, sent us in one of their parents Gonbad. Ahmad also welcomed us like kings. To make me feel more comfortable, he told me that I did not need to keep my scarf if I did not want. The day is to eat at different times. Arrived for lunch, we had an aperitif, or the-candy-cookie-fruit dry. Then, the meal as such. Then a pause and tea time again accompanies fruit. Then we went to meet the family in the countryside. The girls asked me to dress in Turkmen. Free for me, or just to try out as well. I was not sure, I am also left with my clothes in a bag. Finally, I was comfortable the more you let me take off my scarf which I always slid head. Under the scarf I was wearing a small ring, a sign that I am a married woman. We first went to Ahmad's sister for dinner and then in the sister of the wife of Ahmad for the-cookie-fruit. We came out of these two days and satisfy! The next morning, in addition to a breakfast rich, a daughter of Ahmad us prepare our picnic including a thermos of tea for our lunch on the road. Ahmad looks at what we had in our bag of food and supplemented with date-nut-the-cookie packs. They offered a pair of sandals Oceanne to give her a gift. We talked a lot about religion with Ahmad very religious. He told me that they call Jesus Isa was in the Koran. For them, Isa is not dead, it's someone else who was crucified, he was stolen. Totally unaware of this. Ahmad was a little shocked that we were drinking alcohol. We tried to explain to her daughters, aged between 14 and 18 years and asked us questions, not the negative side. AC also interesting.

was left Turkmen hospitality to go around Gorgan. We took the opportunity to make a visa extension. We did not want to hurry us out of the country. As opposed to obtaining the visa, the extension is very easy to get a story from a few hours. We were even offered tea and biscuits to make us wait in the office of the police. The Iranians have unquestionably a great sense of hospitality. We then joined the Caspian Sea coast. A little disappointing because the road does not so often along the sea Moreover, it is extremely developed, booming. There are real estate agency has a ton to sell all the apartments in towers not completed to be constructed. Passing a Nowshahr, we had photographs, film making 3 times around the roundabout in the city, interview with superficial way by a local newspaper reporter. It has also visited the Ramsar Summer Palace of the Shahs Pahlavi dynasty decorated by a majority of French plays. Even recent history. Interesting. These are many Teherani with second residence on the coast who come to visit. This is another type of Iranians. I'm suddenly much more comfortable on the coast. Men talk to me as Rupert's. Women have half the hair has discovered. The scarf falls "inadvertently" in reverse. It lies on a beach to eat at the same time that Tehran are all these come enjoy some fresh air on those beaches littered with rubbish that did not seem to bother them. They smoke the nargile, listen to loud music, even dance.

In Iran, in general, clusters are slowed down. Every time we attracted people with our bikes, a police officer arrived quickly to see what was happening. Then once on the roadside waiting for Rupert bought bread, people came around me. Become too numerous, a policeman asked me to leave. I told him I expected Rupert sign. I could not go with the two bikes anyway! We also hear very little music in the streets, not in stores, just in places a sandwich. Iranian food is excellent when you are prompted. But eating out is a challenge. The restaurants, there are very few. It is mostly sandwich makers. Even men get together very little outside. We see them behind the glass drinking a tea or smoking a nargile, but not outside, not the squares, not on sidewalks.

was stopped pedaling at Rasht as it was then cross the mountains to reach Tabriz. No desire to climb in the cold and want to go home was that we took a bus to Tabriz. Again put the bikes in the bunkers is a difficult case. They do not know how, we know how, but they want to do! A journey tiring, without comfort, which lasted one night. Arrived before dawn, surprised by the cold in this city, we waited in the bus terminal as the sun and people get up to find a hotel. Then at our hotel search not too expensive, a young man in car stops to chat with us. We are tired, we did not find a hotel, it invites us home, accept it. Yet we forget the principle of which is entirely t'aarof a Persian form of civility. One feature is to let the right person to offer something in principle, to be the same level as the one who can accept or refuse. For example, a taxi driver saying to do not pay, or the grocer, or restaurants offering meals, or someone offering hospitality. It's in the game and refuse to offer. This is something that is learned young. But in fact, when we offer, we must reject at least 3 times! If this is not a real offer, the taxi driver will come to accept the money as the restaurant or grocer. As one who offers hospitality - courtesy. To think of us refuse, and if we really want, after 3 times, he always tells us to come home. This time, with Morteza, we accept without thinking the first time and have probably embarrassed for our entire stay home!

It therefore follows up his apartment. In fact, that of his family because Morteza has only twenty years. His parents are owners of a building of several apparetements in Tabriz. One is empty, it can hold. Then he realized that there is not very cold as hot. He then wants us to offer breakfast, goes to buy bread, and finally returns, telling us that we will eat at him, with his parents in the suburbs of Tabriz. So he took his mother invited to! The t'aarof is also bend over backwards for their guests ... Morteza did his military service. There is a general driver and is taken every morning for him. His mother offers lunch and offers to sleep with them because the other apartment is too cold. This changes everything. We will no longer all alone in an empty apartment, but prompts the mother of Morteza. We will be more outside of Tabriz therefore dependent Morteza and his car. What can I say? We can no longer refuse and go in search of a hotel. We accept ... The coming days will be very ole-ole and you will realize that Morteza is a busy man and he was not ready to receive us. A new experience. You meet friends and family members very friendly. Here we also allow me not to wear my scarf. Some tell us enormously in their country, their president they dislike. All Iranians with whom we have been able to return we have said Ahmadinejad was crazy. They ask us not to believe everything they say about their country. They also say that their government is lying. It has very little, anyway Astonishingly, heard criticism of the Ayatollahs, out of respect no doubt. It also discusses individual liberty. They tell us at what point they are never free of mind, difficult to have friends, to trust them without thinking they can be part of the militia who secretly denounced. Morteza would leave the country for freer mind. Meanwhile, they are able to drink alcohol and organize festivals. Apparently, the alcohol comes from Turkey. It was invited to a party, but refused the invitation to take no risk has yet to do illegal things. Experience slightly negative in this meeting, Morteza mother, grandmother of a little girl of 1 1 / 2 year was stealing clothes from Oceanne in our absence. Fleece pants and sweater for winter practice ...

The city of Tabriz Azeri city, provincial capital of Azerbaijan, we have a lot more, especially its enormous covered bazaar. Apparently the longest in the world, 3 kms over 2 kms, it was already important in antiquity and was to be an important place of exchange along the Silk Road. There are 4 days deambule always returning to the bazaar carpet ... We liked a lot, but to make a long story short, the man would not sell it to us. It came every day, last day, Morteza and his friends who have tried for us, but nothing was done. The lowest price was $ 1,200 and the price never decreases in 4 days. And we did not have that much money. Oh it was beautiful! We took pictures before going to jump on the train to Van in Turkey.

This trip Tabriz-Van does not normally constitute only 6 hours by train. But we left at 22h30 and arrived at 8am in the morning! Train sleeper perfect. But no, what a trip. In fact, we did wake up every two hours to pass the border into ... A first stop at midnight when many of us slept deeply. It is to leave Iran. We sent down to present us with customs. Rupert has a migraine coming. You can not go back on the train before 3am as customs inspect the train car and especially the freighter. It restarts and it goes back to sleep. Hop, 5 am, waking up to the Turkish customs. Oceanne this time still asleep in my arms. I enjoy not wearing my scarf. I'm on Turkish soil. By cons, passengers stare at me. Other women do not discover, is no tourist, probably Muslim, "Turkish-Kurdish" Van. There are still two lineups, one for women, one for men. I start with Rupert. I'm on Turkish soil. This time, we can go back on the train right away, but it does not leave before 5-6am for the inspection of the train again. We're all in the 3 a compartment with another man. It goes something strange that does only half. It transports small blocks in a carton that vacuum. He put 3 of these small blocks next to us on the radiator. Others, it puts them in a bag. Customs rummage his bag, not ours, tourists, but do not see the other 3 blocks ... After the passage of customs, it puts everything in the box. That's all! We leave and we arrive at Van fatigues and happy to be in Turkey!

Iran, I will return to me feel better. But not by bicycle. To visit the sights. And try not to be tanned! I think this country can be even more fantastic when is a man or you can probably see nothing, but not hear anything because the Iranians want to talk to us, the special symbol of that society. They told us that their country had seen many periods of change and they think it's soon time for another ...

I could not prevent you from writing a novel. Too talkative decide! Be aware of your freedom and enjoy.

Dorothee

Monday, December 6, 2010

How Much Is The Dancing Raisin Worth

Christmas Party 2! And the flakes fall


Yeaaah! Camaraderie Limited will hold its Christmas party! Piano, cello and confetti. A sort of Eurovision show but better. Place

super super super super limited.
Email camaraderie.limited @ gmail.com with the header Christmas Party 2

We love you.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Nerf Paty Decorations

Back momentane Asia Centale

Hello,

Uzbekistan and Tajikistan are countries which I had not yet had the opportunity to speak and our stay over there can not be neglected in the literature. The Valley region Fergana has definitely been our favorite of the trip, especially since we had no expectations.

Our first contact was with the Uzbeks in Osh in Kyrgyzstan. Much has been heard in this city last June when, after protests in Bishkek calling for the departure of the president, then the instability strongly felt in the south where there is a high concentration of Uzbeks. Kazakh-Kyrgyz

-Uzbek-Tajik-Turkmen. All these peoples have been a part CREATED ° under Stalin. Divide and rule, as was his mission. These countries were one, Turkestan, as the Russians became an Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic of Turkestan. The Kazakhs, Kyrgyz and Turkmens are of nomadic origin while the Uzbeks and Tajiks have settled over time. All are root Turkish except that the Tajiks are Persian roots. Indeed, the most nationalist of them like to ask them to Uzbekistan cities of Samarkand and Buxoro who were 2 major Persian cultural centers. They are still two cities Tajik majority.

The Fergana Valley extends geographically more eastern qu'Osh to the foot of the Pamir Mountains and south to the foot of the mountains Fan. Uzbeks, when they settled settled in this valley very fertile. This is the region of Uzbekistan's richest and most populous. The only region of Central Asia or roads are of good quality that is to say, are like in every other country hits. It also is observed or the Uzbeks very workers. In contrast to the Kyrgyz nomads in the blood, watching horses graze their flocks of sheep or ... Part of the Fergana Valley is therefore in Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan with a high concentration of Uzbeks. When Stalin wanted to create Tajikistan as a republic, we had a million people to have a recognized status and there was not enough Tajiks. The Fergana Valley being heavily populated, he simply pushes the boundary a little further north of what was formerly autonomous region of Tajikistan in Uzbekistan. It was also a compensation loss of the cities of Samarkand and Buxoro. There are still many Uzbeks in the region of Khujand. It is also the richest region of Tajikistan. She was spared the 90 year civil war by its geographic isolation in the northern mountains Fan. Regarding the east of the Valley, the border has Osh is probably one of the most absurd in the world. There are 40% of Uzbeks in Osh, 80% and 70% had Ozgon has Jalal Abad. In Osh, the shops are mostly held by the Uzbeks, but the politics and administration is managed by the Kirghiz. Having visited this city, two people appear to live in perfect harmony. They live mixes. It seems that the instability, conflict and therefore are higher and there is not concretely racial hatred. According to our host, nobody seems to know how the riots began last June. Clearly, we were witnesses of Uzbek houses and shops burned down. Apparently, life has changed. The neighbors have excuses, they made peace, but all live with the fear that again. The last time that riots had taken place, it was in 1990 Ozgon. Uzbeks, hardworking and determined not want to flee. They live on these lands for hundreds of years. The refugees are in Uzbekistan and Russia, women and children especially, because men have returned to rebuild. Osh is an ancient city dating back to at least the 5th century BC, the territory of sedentary, not nomadic. Thank you for having Stalin set of boundaries ...

was leaving the country before the presidential elections in October. The borders between Kyrgyzstan and Uzbekistan were closed with only two crossing points for tourists. In Osh, the tourists can not get out of Uzbekistan to go to Kyrgyzstan because Uzbekistan does not let them escape! In the opposite direction, ours, no problem. We therefore arrive at the border before the doors closed. We request ° tourists ¨. It responds ¨ yes ¨. Open Sesame ¨ ¨. Here we are between the 2 countries. Easy passage. We are happy to change country. The Fergana Valley and its inhabitants unfold before our eyes. Happy people - everywhere smiles - in the cotton fields on the roadside, in the villages. We stopped to offer us bread, apples, water, watermelon (again and again, we make an acute ecoeurantite). Asalom aleykhum ¨ ¨ (peace be with you). Valeykhum asalom ¨ ¨ (and peace with you). It serves her right hand and left hand on the heart. For Rupert often, but also for me. Sincere and warm greetings. We did not know better. Uzbekistan is separated into two east-west (as is the north-south Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan east-west with the Autonomous Region of the Pamirs in the east). The neck has Kamchik 2267m separates the two regions. It is very highly controlled. The Fergana Valley is known to be highly Muslim extremist terrorism even see. The Uzbek Islamist movement claiming an independent Islamic state was highly active in Afghanistan when the Taliban were in power. Still, much more. In addition, a strong culture and deeply rooted, this region was much less Russified the western part of the country. When the government finds this region too unstable or too dangerous, he closes the neck to stop the migration between the two regions. The way to move from one region to another to pass through the north of Tajikistan, the region of Khujand.

We spent our first night in the city of Andijon. Everything closes at dusk or night. More nobody in the streets. The restaurants are full for lunch, but many close to 18h. Nobody goes out to dinner. Surprising. The next day, the streets around the bazaar are teeming with life. People want to talk to us, happy to see tourists as rare as they mostly do not go to the east that Qo'qon. We visit our first medresa (Koranic school) from the 19th century - it is really old compared to what will follow but still very beautiful. Only the front entrance and facade have withstood an earthquake. Rupert also went to the bazaar to exchange money. The ticket is the biggest Sum of 1000 and is approximately equal to 50 cents Euro. Exchange was U.S. $ 150! What effect have this pile of notes between hands! The black market is frequent. Only innocent people are going to the bank. U.S. $ 1 = 1700 Sum while on the black market, there may be between 2000 and 2400 Sum! Huge difference. How this country can have a currency and therefore a stable economy with that? Premises (such as breakfast B & B for example) make their money by converting from the rate given by their agents on the black market. We then pedal up or Marg'ilon we have visited a traditional silk factory - the cocoon stage until the production of carpet or scarf. Just walking down the street in this small town was a pleasure. We spend a bread maker to another. The bread is baked in a clay dome over a wood fire. We eat Shashlyk, skewers of meat, usually mutton, and drink black tea - and not green as in Kyrgyzstan. And our journey continues until Qo'qon bike, front door of the Fergana Valley of Uzbekistan. There is the palace of the last khan Khudoyar Khan, finished in 1873, just three years before the Tsar's army arrives, destroy everything and end the reign of the Khanate Qo'qon. The palace is under renovation and rebuilding, as the city beyond. The old town with its narrow winding streets are still present around the bazaar. But a new modern city is being built in back of the palace. Looks like a street-museum with shop fronts all similar. It is the mission of our dear President Karimov to embellish life almost in Uzbekistan. In 2007, despite the provisions of the Constitution prohibiting serve more than two consecutive terms of 7 years, he has succeeded in circumventing the rules to ensure that we remain at the head of the state for over 25 years! A nice feature of Central Asia! The most democratic country is perhaps Kyrgyzstan, but the President is often driven from power and the country falls into instability ... Qo'qon after, instead of continuing the road to go to Uzbekistan Toshkent, we pass through Tajikistan to lead us directly to Samarkand. So we proceeded and Khujand in the Fergana Valley of Tajikistan. You can not really say have known since the Tajiks is still only 3 days remaining. The residents of Khujand resembled strongly to the Uzbek Ferghana Valley. Incomes in Uzbekistan, the invitations have continued. While we often refused on the pretext that we did not have time (our visa is only for 30 days and we had to go during this period for our visas Toshkent Turkmen and Iranian), we finally decided to accept at least once to go to tea with Rustam and his family. It was lunchtime. We are offered tea with bread and watermelon. The classical Uzbek. Can we stay for lunch. We used the plov, mixed rice, mutton, and vegetables. We spend two hours very pleasant. Rustam is a farmer. He took Rupert visit his cotton fields and pick watermelons. They are young (16 years) and Women working in the fields at harvest cotton. Irrigation canals are everywhere. Many are losing their effectiveness because they are extended and exposed to air and therefore have a high evaporation ... When we were in Khujand, we saw the Syr Darya still not deviated almost at the exit of the mountains, nothing to do with it is to the west as Toshkent example ...

Jizzax has Arrived, we've left our bikes to a first round trip Toshkent to our request for transit visa for Turkmenistan. 24 hours in the capital and we have recovered our bicycles at Jizzax with a bit of trouble ... Arrived at night, we were not able to find our hotel. The day we are worried for Toshkent Jizzax parties, we took a taxi sharing one end of town. We came in mini-bus to another side of the city. Unable to spot us because we had not taken the time to visit Jizzax! We're asked or you want to go, we can only respond to the hotel. We have only received the name more or less clears. We know only that the marshrutka (mini bus) no1 passes our hotel. We try to explain it and someone changes the number of his No. 7 in marshrutka no1 to satisfy us! He takes us through the city and we do not know or we are going. It is 9pm! A passenger tries to call a friend who speaks English that explains our situation! The connection the mobile phone is bad. We keep repeating "hotel - marshrutka # 1" but this is not enough! The mini-bus turns into # 1 # 7 is back on his way back to square one! 5 passengers boarded a half drunk. One is able to decipher our hotel receipt. But yes Jizzax Hotel "at the end of the street over there. Yeah! Everyone applauded the mini-bus! Our mini-bus had deposited us Toshkent 5 minutes walk from our hotel and we spent an hour to walk around the city in a marshrutka who were No. 1 and No. 7 2 in 1!. We then took 2 days to reach Samarqand bike.

We arrived at Rejistan (which means "place of sand) to 3 beautiful medresa October 6. Mythical city for me who had a strong interest on the Silk Road. We who, two days after leaving Beijing, wanted to go home. I remember I said I wanted to know Kashgar and Samarkand. It was my motivation at the time. Mission accomplished the day before my birthday. I am delighted. All these monuments are absolutely beautiful. They have been beautifully renovated, almost too maybe because they do not look so old. In addition, life around has disappeared entirely. This is probably my great disappointment. I buy old photos to remind me how to stretch to the early 20th century. Muslims came to pray on the spot. It was also the grand march. There is nothing left. Behind the Rejistan, Uzbeks still live in the "Old Samarkand", but they are separated by a large wall. Maybe they do not want to have buses of tourists landing in their homes? THE streets of the neighborhood "Toshkent Street" has become a pedestrian street deserted. The facades of the tourist shops frequented were not made under the same model of what we saw in construction Qo'qon ... Modern and behind, hidden houses. It is as if the government wanted to hide something. All history is gone, create a city-museum. It is in the modern Samarkand Russified I found the Uzbeks. Even in the main bazaar next to the Rejistan, life has disappeared. Sad.

Because we do not have enough time on our visas to go to Samarkand Buxoro by bicycle, we will take the train. Rupert does not want to miss a bit of road biking. So he goes an entire day to pedal 260 miles from Samarkand has Buxoro! Me, I spent a day more to visit the city with Oceanne. I also want to make my photo of Iranian visa, although we still have no news of the agency ... I do not have a scarf in my possession. It is when we seek that we find it! I borrowed one from a store, a nice brown! I explain to employees why. Then all they want to see the photo of the beautiful FARMER! The picture flows and they are all surprised to learn that I must have your head covered for the visa. And yes. The main religion in Central Asia is Islam. But with 70 years of Russification, it was somewhat diluted ... by vodka. Except in the Fergana Valley where you can find more orthodox Muslims, dress code, no alcohol, good knowledge of religion for the rest, the inhabitants of Central Asia take religion for aid to the identity culture. Wanting to keep out of Russian influence since they are being abandoned, they become Muslims and increases the number of mosques (heavily subsidized by Iran and Saudi Arabia).

We are then returned to Toshkent. We could not get our visa Transit TX as we had no receipt for the next country or Iran. Our days were numbered before having to leave the country. Without our new agency for the Iranian visa, they began to think of an alternative such as taking a direct flight Toshkent-Yerevan. Then our reference number is coming and everything was settled! It took time to visit a little capital, partying with other cycling events at our hotel. Dino and Simone traveling in tandem from Italy to India, Simone visually impaired, it was the project. They met only a few months before leaving. Dino was tired of this spot as a guide, having to do everything for him but especially for Simone. A great gift for granted. We attended the end. One morning we were told they were returning to Italy. The journey finishes. And Mike, a Canadian who wanted pedaling night in Uzbekistan, ready to arrive very late Toshkent. At 22h, while he was eating in obsurite in a field very far from the capital, he was robbed of his bike! Everything was up in the night with the help of police. Ali and visited to see what looked like a B & B in case we want to change places. He tells us that the government has closed his hotel after a battle lasting several months. Why? ... We met Ali at lunch and he was heavily soaked with vodka! He invited us to eat and drink and dance all the after-noon in his hotel farm! We also met this French family traveling in a camper outside the embassy of Turkmenistan. We were invited to take tea in their truck parked next to a park. Oceanne played with 3 children and we were discussing good trip! What beautiful experiments has Toshkent.

We Samarqand income just enough time to recover we had left our bikes at the hotel and put them on the train to Buxoro. We spent the entire weekend to visit this city, a little less than Samarqand city museum as historic sites are more extensive in the city. By cons in all caravansaries, medrese, bazaars, craft is exposed. Pottery, scarves, carpets, there is no one space, not one empty wall. It is very difficult to admire the building in its first state ... As of Monday morning, our race against time for Turkmenistan has started! It was greatly appreciated especially Uzbekistan for its population. It has crossed many trips organized by Toshkent-Samarqand-Buxoro-Khiva and many independent travelers doing the same thing. But Uzbekistan is far from being limited to that. The inhabitants of these cities are heavily affected by tourism and are very far from representing what may be the Uzbek population.

A bit of everything to finish.
Each Central Asian country has its favorite car brand. In Kyrgyzstan, it was found a large majority of Mercedes and Audi used. This reminded us of Albania ... Stolen vehicles? ... Tajikistan is also with Opel models used. Uzbekistan is widely Daewoo-Chevrolet dominates with new cars. There is a factory Andijon. No specificity for Turkmenistan. It has perhaps not had time to see in 5 days. In Iran, that's for later, Peugeot will specially with the model 405.
The inhabitants of Central Asia have more strongly with their golden teeth!
We noticed the incursion of Chinese in the discrete region. They are the ones who build the roads especially in Tajikistan so that their trucks can move more efficiently. We saw So many white trucks Chinese in Kyrgyzstan. Charges but they go completely back to China empty. Kyrgyzstan has nothing to trade between them? ...
Since independence all these countries, we feel a deep search for identity in every people. My vision is to think about outdoor they will come out much better if they again became one country Turkestan. After all, they are not so different from each other and there's so all people in each country. Moreover, Stalin had carefully organized so that they each develop a specialty and thus remain dependent on others for the rest, such as cotton in Uzbekistan, the intensive cultivation of cereals in Kazakhstan. They must all learn to diversify. But that's my opinion they are outside and far from thinking like me! Unfortunately everyone has learned not to love his neighbor ... Kyrgyz and Uzbeks do not like each other. Uzbeks and Tajiks do not like each other. Uzbeks and Turkmen, ca, ca va! It is easier for Uzbeks to find their identity as they have always been important. But it is harder for the Kirghiz nomads who were then Russian.

That is said! You can imagine, I will not talk to Iran today! Tomorrow, we leave after spending almost a Van week to let them live at the hotel!

Dorothee

Monday, November 29, 2010

Delta Medallion Qualification Miles

Elvis And His motorbike

HI there,
penultımate
And so to the story of this little adventure. We are currently s of Van, Eastern Turkey and being lazy. A five days eating Kebabs, Buren and Lamajun, going to the bath, playing of a park, plus constant visits to an Internet cafe. Should be on the road for the last week of a couple of days heading towards London. Mashad and the money was

where l left off last. The brother kind of elderly in Vancouver but finally, by telephone conference can you believe, our money transfer accepted. We left the next day with the plan beıng to come back ın four days to collect the money that Valı, our host, had not at thıs short notıce had enough tıme to put together ımmedıately. We had recıeved money ın Iran whıch ın all cases ıs ıllegal but ıt shows that of course, there are ways around the system. We left the mornıng of my bırthday whıch was great as far as l was concerned plus we had a wınd ın our backs! Small pleasures ındeed but a pleasure all the same. The weather was fıne but begınnıng to be cool durıng the nıght but nothıng uncomfortable wıth our campıng gear. But then after a couple of days ıt all changed. Wınd ın the face and raın. RAIN. The tent started to leak agaın and we were not entırely happy on our bıkes! The tent has leaked sınce the begınnıng and even wıth sealıng the seams, ıt stıll leaked. It's a great tent ın terms of ıt's sıze and general desıgn but ıt leaks! l am sure l dıd a good job wıth the tent seal gluey lıquıd as well, even though ıt shoulden't be needed on a new tent. I could go onto, the 'MADE ın CHINA' rant agaın but l won't. We stopped, wet and mıserable ın a roadsıde restaurant for some hot and fıne Iranıan food and ın fact never left. Untıl the next mornıng that ıs. Even though the chıcken/yoghurt was really good and warm, we never really warmed up. It was now gettıng dark at 4.30 p.m whıch left two hours of lıght left and because the restaurant owner offered the floor upstaırs for next to nothıng and because the raın and wınd was perhaps stronger now, we knew ıt would be an awful rıde to the next town of Quchan. We spent the evenıng dryıng and sealıng our excellent tent, yet agaın and restıng. Next to the paraffın stove kındly lent to us. It hasn't raıned sınce!

Our plan ın Iran was to rıde all the way to Rasht on the Caspıan sea coast vıa Bojnord and Chalus and then, because the Northern mountaıns would be too cold for us, take a bus over the mountaıns to Tabrız and then a traın across the border to Van where we would get back on the road agaın. Thıs ıs exactly what we have done! We had a few problems on the road ıt can be saıd durıng our fırst week on the road. Twıce, Dorothee was harassed quıte ıntensely by two dıfferent men whıle we were bıkıng. Once, when we had stopped for lunch and l was lyıng on the ground restıng, the second tıme when we were on the move. The fırst case was a trucker and hıs mate who stopped, at fırst we belıeved, to say hello lıke all other people do. The strange thıng was that the man who was not the trucker, totally ıgnored me and Oceanne and went straıght up to Dorothee and talked to her. I thought ıt was really just to talk to her but me fındıng out too late and beıng behınd the guy, l coulden't see hıs ıntentıons. Thınkıng Dorothee really understood Farsı, he contınued and as l learnt later, after he was told to back away by the trucker, had wınked and gıven ıronıc smıles to her as well as standıng rıght up to her. It was a bıt of a shock to both of us. Dorothee would be affected by thıs for the rest of her tıme ın Iran especıally as ıt happened a second tıme soon after and for me, as l realısed l really had to be on my guard more and would act as Dorothee's vırtual bodyguard for the rest of the tıme, whıle on the road ın any case. The second guy was a youngısh man on a motorbıke who hunted us for over forty km's but l wasn't makıng any mıstakes thıs tıme and ıt was me who dealed wıth hım dırect and eventually he went away. After that we dıdn't have any problems. It could have been regıonal but who knows as ıt was just ın the East around Mashad. What we do know ıs that everyone thought Dorothee wıth her dark features and scarf looked Iranıan and ıt ıs a common feelıng among some very tradıtıonal Iranıans that women who do not wear the Hıjab properly, meanıng cover all, are prostıtutes! The fact that Dorothee bıked and looked Iranıan was therefore not a good mıx. Probably the fırst tıme for her that ıt ıs certaınly not a good thıng to look lıke the locals ıf we can joke about these thıngs. She was obvıously always ın Hıjab whıch ıs to have your haır covered by a scarf and to have your legs and arms covered, as ıs the law but she dıd not have a manteau, that covers the front of her legs. You can ımagıne how dıffıcult thıs ıs for us as Westerner's to get our heads around, when Dorothee ıs totally covered up wıth a scarf on her head, wearıng baggy trousers and wıth a jacket tıed around her waıst to cover up her behınd. Can you ımagıne a prostıtute ın New York dressed lıke that. It really ıs another World. Sayıng that though, Iran ıs a lot closer to our cultures than Chına for example!

Iran ın general was a bıt lıke a rollercoaster wıth hıgh's and low's almost a constant. We had an entıre breakfast brought to our tent whıle campıng ın stıcky mud and gıven the offer of accomadatıon for as long as we wanted. We were offered tea and lunch l don't know how many tımes. Oceanne had stolen two pairs of socks and trousers all winter while staying with a family of Tabriz. We had a fantastic dinner at this family's exact, brother / the last of law. We were refused entry to a hotel, who did Rasht shout of us want. We were brought our picnic of fish and rice while having a park. All of this now Brings me to one of the most genuine experiences l have ever had. We were on the road and at the same time while having lunch when two men arrived having a family of domestic cars. Always on my guard when their men were at large, as indeed were never to women and also keen to get a bit further towards Gonbad Qabus where we wanted to vısıt tomorrow. l wasn't ın the mood to be socıal but so rıdıculously nıce were they and defınetly trustıng them by thıs poınt, we decıded to call ıt a day and backtrack the fıfteen kılometres to theır home. We never go backwards as goıng forwards ıs sometımes so dıffıcult so thıs was unprecedented! It turned out that thıs famıly was not Persıan but Turkmen. We were, as we already knew ın the Turkmen area of Iran whıch contaıns about 2% of Iran's populatıon. Thıs famıly fed us and showered us and ınvıted more and more famıly members to theır large farmhouse. It was great, and agaın the food was fantastıc as we all sat around the table on the carpet. We started wıth fruıt and tea before the maın meal of chıcken, fısh, rıce and yoghurt. Everythıng always produced wıth a perfect balance of spıce and herbs. We fınıshed off wıth chocolates, sweets and of course, tea. I have a bıt of a problem sıttıng down on the floor at meal tımes as l can't cross my legs properly after breakıng my leg badly when l was younger but thıs slıght paın of mıne ıs always offset by the smıles of the people at the table and ın thıs case ıt was fıfteen others. My new best frıend, the brother ın law of our host, who had a habıt of makıng me laugh by callıng me Peter Crouch all the tıme had ınvıted us for lunch and to stay the next nıght ın Gonbad. That was sıxty km's away and lunch would be at one. It would be an early start then. They ınsısted on gıvıng us a lıft but we defınetly preferred to bıke as that ıs why we were here. They eventually understood thıs wıth a gentle smıle. We arrıved early ın the end. Thıs brother ın law ıs my new best frıend as ıf anythıng we had an even warmer tıme wıth Ahmed and hıs wıfe and three daughters than the nıght before, ıf that was possıble. The gırls who were aged 18, 16 and 14 were completely dıfferent to many gırls ın Persıan households that often are taught to hıde away from male strangers. They dressed ın theır colourful long dresses and scarves that our typıcal of the Turkmen and sat and talked wıth us at all tımes as was normal. It helped that they spoke very good Englısh ın order to translate for Ahmed. I have gıven hım the name of Baba sınce, after one of the characters of Khaled Hosseını's novel, The Kıte Runner. He shall call me Crouch and l wıll call hım Baba. Thıs wıll be the next tıme as l wıll certaınly return to Iran as there ıs a lot of unfınıshed busıness there, ıncludıng buyıng a carpet.

And now to the weather. After re-sealıng the tent and returnıng to Mashad to retrıeve the rest of our money by takıng the bus on a retun trıp from Bojnord ıt has been sunny ever sınce. Cold up here ın the mountaıns but dry and sunny. It has been sunny for nearly four weeks now. Long may ıt last as last year ıt was snowıng here ın Van. Leavıng Valı for the last tıme was sad for us but especıally for hım and Oceanne. For hım as he had not sold us one of hıs trıbal carpets and for Oceanne as she had grown a partıcular attachment Businessman and homestay salemen to this carpet. We do not really like what they call tribal carpets preferrıng here, the City Iranians and carpets which are very popular analytics According to the Lonely Planet, less popular tourists analytics. I am not sure about that though as a lot of Persian carpets Cıty of Montreal, and also my Father bought, sold, Majority of City of carpets from the Middle East when he was there. We found our perfect bazaar of Tabriz of the magnificent carpet of color, and design work. Commonly Called the Fish Design in terms of the form of the central design, we did not have the cash available / an. We were of Iran where tourısts can't go down to the ATM and wıthdraw cash so we just dıd not have enough. Thıs beıng the country wıth the boycott on VISA and Mastercard and anythıng else statesıde. ATM's everywhere but not for us. We were close but not close enough. We were not actually certaın even ıf we had had the money, that the dealer wanted to sell the carpet to us at all. In Iran, Persıan carpets can be complıcated as there ıs one carpet and then there ıs another. They may look the same but one may be totally dıfferent to the other. Age, relatıonshıp to the owner and hıs famıly perhaps, sentımental value. Thıs carpet was hangıng ın hıs offıce and not on the floor so maybe he had an attachment to ıt. Immedıately when we fırst asked about ıt, he dıd not seem so keen to sell ıt. The complete opposıte to carpet sellers ın Istanbul and places ın Chına. We were ın the area of the Bazaar that had the fınest carpets and the most professıonal dealers so maybe we were out of our depth. However, after seeıng hundreds of carpets and not seeıng ONE that was both exactly perfect to both our tastes, we had now found ıt and dıd not want to leave wıthout ıt. But leave wıthout ıt we dıd. We trıed hard, havıng four dıfferent frıends tryıng to get the prıce low enough. We wıll never know ıf we could have left wıth ıt. In all cases the owner, ıf he was the owner dıdn't seem to be bothered. There ıs a pıcture of the carpet on our sıte just to remınd us.

Iranıan culture ıs hard to put ın a box as ın just the regıons that we have passed we saw such a huge dıfference between people. Some love to wear the Chador and would never take ıt off ıf they had the chance. Such as Valı's wıfe ın Mashad as ın hıs own words, 'she loves ıt'. Thıs ıs somethıng that to us before enterıng Iran we could not belıeve. How could you love wearıng a bıg black sheet that takes away your ıdentıty and ındıvıdualıty but love ıt she does lıke so many Iranıan women from tradıtıonal famılıes. I don't know the percentages but ıt could be a lot. Then there are the gırls that hate ıt, such as the women from the capıtal, Tehran who come down to the Caspıan coast beaches to smoke water pıpes and dance wıth musıc from theır smart cars. They just wear the thıgh length jacket aka the manteau and a scarf that ıs lıterally hangıng off the back of theır head. Then on the sıde of the men there are those that are young and blast around on 125cc motorbıkes wıth theır haır greased ınto an Elvıs desıgn wıth tıght trousers that flare slıghtly at the bottom, often wıth bıg shıny belts. The 70's and Elvıs ıs defınetly not dead ın that generatıon. They wıll watch out for any sıgn of a show of behınd from all women desperate to see what they are denıed. They are all perfumed wıth aftershave and dress ın ımmaculate tıght shırts. They look at me wıth my facıal haır and shorts as somewhat as a terrorıst tramp but l don't lıke the 70's style anyway. I do lıke theır bıkes though that are all super-tuned copıes of the Honda CG125 as they are all refused by law to have anythıng bıgger. Only the polıce can. Everyone has perfect shoes as well. There are shoes for sale everywhere ın the cıtıes and towns, most of whıch l actually wanted to buy. After the Elvıs boys there are the adult men who mostly thınk Ahmadınejad, the presıdent ıs crazy and to blame for all theır problems such as the restrıctıons and lack of jobs etc. Few talk about the guardıan councıl and the Ayatollah's whıch are led by supreme leader Ayatollah Khameneı who the presıdent must answer to. Some do, complaınıng that all the top educated posıtıons are taken by the relıgous ıntellectual elıte but most blame the Presıdent. Out of fear or ıgnorance l do not know. What we do know ıs that the securıty polıce are everywhere and that young Iranıans often fınd ıt hard to make true frıends not knowıng ıf theır school mate has joıned the securıty polıce as ıt ıs a well paıd job ın a country where ıt ıs hard ıf not ımpossıble to fınd a job ın your domaın. A massıve percentage of Iranıans go to, and graduate wıth a master's from unıversıty but end up workıng ın a restaurant or sımply leavıng the country because they dıd not follow the relıgous clerıcal route. Thıs means Iran loses theır ıntellectuals meanıng that Iranıans are the most hıghly educated ımmıgrants to the west and Iran loses out ın development. The guardıan councıl don't seem to care as long as the Islamıc Republıc stays ın place. It ıs a strong country nevertheless producıng all ıt needs and doıng busıness wıth Chına ınstead of the west. The securıty polıce survey all e-maıls between everyone and anyone to fınd out who could be a potentıal counter-revolutıonary. Thıs works, as an e-maıl from Dorothee's employer's ın Canada, who happens to be an arm of the Government of Canada, was stopped and never got to her, not even beıng returned to sender! Most people wanted to talk poılıtıcs wıth us and we dıd talk back but trıed never to judge, as ıt was ımpossıble not to say anythıng. We got out of the country alıve so l would say all ın all, ıt's not terrıble to talk government. It's dıffıcult not to, when Ayatollah Khameneı and the Republıc's founder and lıberator, Imman Khomeneı are lookıng down on you from every buıldıng. Along wıth those two there are photos of the Iranıan martyrs who dıed fıghtıng durıng the Iran-Iraq war of the eıghtıes, along all the maın avenues. All blessed to go to paradıse. Along wıth them you wıll fınd donatıon boxes everywhere, even out ın the stıcks, that the Government wıll take and then dıstrıbute to good causes. A good ıdea ıf the money goes to the rıght place as Iranıans love to gıve.

Iran ıs huge and we saw such a small part but ın just what l saw l had a fantastıc tıme. The mountaıns after Bojnord were beautıful as the sun was low on the horızon. We had fought our way up ın a bugger of a headwınd but then came down the other sıde to green forests and wıld boars on the descent down to the Caspıan sea. The food was ıncredıble ıncludıng sımple thıngs lıke bread that l mostly always had to queue for as everyone else dıd as ıt ıs made fresh ın these huge ovens only at the rıght hours of the day. Queue's are seperate for Women and for men as ın buses where the women enter and sıt ın the back wıth the men ın the front. These thıngs are strange and not natural for us but after a month we grew to accept ıt but ıt ıs really sılly. Iranıans are bıg fans of freshly squeezed juıce and mılkshakes that are sometımes really sweet but all are really good ıncludıng my favourıte, pomegranate juıce. Juıce bars are everywhere as well as sweet pastry and cake shops. Large supermarkets were often not to be seen, replaced by tıny cornershops that are also everywhere. When l went to go shoppıng for supplıes for the road, l would fınd everythıng ın these lıttle shops that would sometımes reach to the ceılıng ıncludıng my all tıme favourıte flavour of crısps. LEMON.

Our journey along the Caspıan sea whıch ıs the largest enclosed body of water on Earth as most of you wıll know was wıthout ıncıdent. We sometımes camped on the beaches whıch were dırty ıt has to be saıd but that dıdn't deter the holıdaymakers from Tehran. Iranıan fıshermen stıll fısh from the shore pullıng the nets ın by tractor! One mornıng we had an old local scare us a bıt as he was rıdıng along wıth hıs frıend on a motorbıke shootıng wıld dogs but sometımes a bıt close to the tent. They spread dısease and kıll the bırds whıch ıs very rıght l guess. Dorothee was havıng words wıth hım however. We were also ıntervıewed by a local journalıst ın Nowshahr and had to rıde three tımes round a roundabout for pıctures and a vıdeo! We were of course careful not to talk about polıtıcs! Somethıng Iranıans do all the tıme ıs pıcnıc and drınk cay whıch ıs tea. On the sıde of an autoroute, ın a fıeld wıth cows or on a dırty beach. Everywhere, as they wıll always have a thermos, a carpet to sıt on and a small stove ın the back of theır car. In a cıty bus a boy wıll be sat on a carpet next to the drıver makıng tea for hım. Outsıde most shops on the road, ıs a samovar contaınıng hot water for cay.

Now after that bus and traın journey we are ready to go agaın. The traın was easy enough for the baggage wıth someone else doıng most of the work but the journey was another matter. It was a sleeper traın but because we crossed the border we were woken up twıce to exıt Iran and then agaın to enter Turkey. I had a terrıble mıgraıne type headache when we had to exıt Iran and the queue was hell but Turkey was a lot easıer and my headache was gone. Exıtıng Iran was long as they woulden't let us back on the traın to sleep as the customs dıd a full check of the traın whıch took hours. Sleeper traın my bum. The bus was more or less the same as the other bus we have took. Not lettıng me put the bıkes ın and doıng theır best to damage them. Luckıly not thıs tıme but they get me all annoyed doıng ıt!

It ıs great to be back ın Turkey. I love Van. Beer agaın, tea houses wıth theır lıttle stools and tables on the pavement, kebabs, burek pastry, lamajun pizza, baklava, bath, baths, Mosques calling for prayer and music in the street. L I swear I could live here and the clear air of the mountains. Yesterday we did a tourist thing to see of the 10th century Armenian church on Akdamar Island in Lake Van, and then to see the famous Van cats that have different colored eyes and are of pure white color. Quite strange really.

Oceanne ıs on top form, always smiling and recıevıng Gifts of chocolate, sweets, biscuits and now of Medicine, Money! Note tiny amounts either. She gets pinched each cheek at all times as Iran and of now just as much, here ın Turkey. Takes ıt ın her strıde as l do myself now. We lıke ıt ınfact as the chıld ıs kıng ın thıs culture. She runs and runs everywhere, especıally ın the street and loves to be chased as we have to anyway! Now we wıll head East, fırstly by bıke wıth the rest by bus ın order to get to Istanbul where l wıll wrıte one more tıme.

All the best, Rupert

14,247 km's and 35 flats.

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The Advent calendar is in the starting block, Father Christmas in gallery Carrefour's market and we will make ice castles at recess.

Let it be said, on December 18 we hold our Christmas party with Porcelain (FR) and Linnea Olsson (SWE). Suffice to say that this is the last night before going to see perfect turkey mom.

Linnea Olsson sent us five songs for an EP we hope to release this winter. She will play Friday, December 3 at Point Ephemeral with Nina Kinert . Pauline Bertrand and still working on the album Chaz Knapp . it takes time, ok, but it's very, very heavy and your patience will be rewarded in May with an evening ... haha I like mice corner. Otherwise, we agreed with Perdue Andrea for a new 5 songs EP. She recorded this winter with all his little band. We will in the provinces you kisses in February. Always

Andie, Planet Claire has posted the video of his appearance on air is here. Also online session of our friend Kinrisu by there. And frankly, we invite you to listen to her new album Lucent Animal Chimes . In

off, the site is almost finished, access paypal stuff. T-shirt? yeah well. It will be fireworks on launch day. And if you go in the side of Lilac Jeremy, there are 2 demos (5 titles) secret Jordan Irvin Dally sleeping and the same two pieces arranged by Chaz Jordan. It seems there are always lilac wine (like I'm going to listen to Jeff Buckley Lilac Wine me ...) Good

flakes.
We love you.

Friday, November 26, 2010

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Merhaba,

14158 kms en un peu moins de 14 mois de voyage. Dernier pays, la Turquie. Nous There are back and are very happy! I personally feel freer psychologically and physically without headscarves. The men say hello and I did not need to look down when I walk down the street to avoid eye contact with a man. We are now in Kurdistan, the region most likely to Muslim Turkey and yet it is very different from Iran. People are happy in the street. In short, I will discuss Iran again because I have to say. It is a country worth visiting. The men will appreciate even more!

Our approach end of travel. We have a flight to Istanbul on Dec. 20-Glasgow. Until then, we 7-10 days pedaling feel towards the sea, Adana likely to return later in Istanbul. Here are the mountains and winter. That is why we decided not to go to Armenia or Georgia. Since Rasht, on the Caspian Sea coast, we took a bus to Tabriz and then yesterday, a train before. Fatigue of travel, and yes, it happens ... we did not want to spend a second winter biking. Oceanne more than 3 years, has a great need to be with other children. It's time to go home.

We will of December 20 to 28 in the Rupert family in England. Then from December 28 to January 5 with my parents in Toulouse. This may be a first meeting point for those who are interested in going through the. Tell me, tell me! Then it will be a shift in Stuttgart with my friend Isabelle until 10 January.

We returned to Montreal Monday, January 10. We'd like to see you. We organize a ¨ pizza-beer ¨ (or non-alcoholic drink for Muslims, pregnant women and those who do not like alcohol) is from 17:30 with my friend Dominique in Villeray. We ask you to bring your drink and you order pizza! Despite all the fantastic hospitality we received throughout the trip, we did not take example. Oceanne will also be very happy to play with kids! They are therefore welcome. We are aware it earlier this week, but your portion need not be long. Just a little time to discuss with you all. Contact me me if you want the coordinates of Dominica. This will also allow me to have an idea of the number of people.

you soon!

Dorothee

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Hi there, I wanted to

Share Our plans and expectations for this adventure of The End That has Given us as a family So Much and have people. We are "still very much 'On Our trip' As It Were Things Have Already Been to put in place for The Return To; The Normal Life! We Thought It Was When We Were getting cold still in Mashad waiting for o money and this was somewhat confirmed on the first couple of days biking when we had rain, cold nights in the tent and having to take refuge for the night in a restaurant as the rain and even stronger wind bashed against the windows. It wasn't fun and after last winter, we were not looking forward to dealing with it again especially with a young girl who needs to play outside. Then, it all changed. Sun, for ten days and more encounting. I hope it doesen't change as we're meant to be in the wettest region of Iran, the Caspian sea coast. We are currently in Nowshahr and will be heading towards Ramsar and Rasht tomorrow. Biking was expected to take less of an importance since Mashad but we kind of got a second wind after the money story and then the weather. It's never exactly easy with mountains and wind sometimes but neither is it hugely difficult. I realised that although our luggage is pushing 70 kg's each, the entire bike with trailer for each of us means the entire contraption that we pull is up to a 100 kg's each. This shows what a great machine the bicycle is and how anybody can get out and do this with a child or even two and just stop perhaps only thinking about it. Doesen't have to be a huge trip, doesen't have to be expensive either. Back to the plans, don't want to get too much into a role of expert because that is not the message.

After Rasht we will spend some time in Tabriz shopping and spending some time as tourists before heading into Turkish Kurdistan where we will bike our last kilometres hence closing the circle of our trip and route which will end up as Edinburgh to Beijing, from two ends! We will be really happy to finish our trip in Turkey and even more happy that we will be flying out of Istanbul as we all love that city. Infact, the country as a whole. The food, the people and the constant tea drinking. It's a bit like Iran without the chador and with beer if you like. I would describe Iran as vice-versa. Funnily enough l am not missing beer here. Treating it as a kind of cleansing operation after too much alcohol in China and Central Asia. We will therefore fly from Istanbul to Glasgow on the 20th of December after some relaxing and perhaps a party over what will probably be our last five days of the journey. Christmas in England and New Year in France before a return to Montreal and work and the future. First priority, a brother or sister for Oceanne! If anybody has plans to meet up in any of those places including Istanbul then please let me know, so that l can arrange things in advance. I am of course really excited to see any of you! I am also, l will warn you, expecting a beer or two, any drink infact, in exchange! I passed 14,000 km's ridden today pulling that weight l mentioned earlier so l am obviously in buoyant mood.

Much love, Rupert, Dorothee and Oceanne

20 Countries, 14,024 km's, 35 flats and 13 tyres

Sunday, October 31, 2010

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Hello from Mashad, Iran!

I thought while l had some time on my hands l would enlighten you all with stories from the deserts of Central Asia and now officially, the Middle East. The last time l wrote we were taking a short rest in the city of Khojand, Northern Tajikistan before moving onto and back into Uzbekistan. It is difficult to criticise, judge or whatever when talking about a country as you are essentially a guest but everyone else always asks, 'what was your favourite place' etc, so you always end up doing it and we do it naturally anyway! I will judge Western Uzbekistan then. It was not a patch on Eastern Uzbekistan and the Farg'ona valley. I do not know if it is because the cities of Bukhara and Samarkand are essentially made up of Tajiks instead of Uzbeks or if it is because they are full of tourists but whatever it is, the welcome is so different and much more based around the money in your wallet than genuine warmth. We did however have many good experiences especially with our kind hosts in Samarkand. This was particularly special for Dorothee as we arrived the day before her birthday and Samarkand was a city that she had been looking forward to see, since even before we left Canada. I therefore had an afternoon to prepare the chocolate fest arranged for her!

Samarkand and Bukhara are full of beautiful monuments but sometimes they are made altogether sterile as life is banished from them and only the richer tourists frequent them instead of the locals who used to have markets in the squares surrounding them. Somehow, in my view the President has got it wrong but l don't really think he cares. Revenue is more important and the bus-loads of tourists from France and Germany perhaps do not care if these sights feel like a museum. They are in all cases worth seeing though especially on a late night walk when all is quiet and no-one is trying to sell you something just because you look like Captain America. I do have this problem that everyone in Central Asia thought l was from the U.S.A. A very disquieting and annoying thing but l just had to accept it.

Entering back into Uzbekistan after leaving Khojand was totally different from the simple exercise than before Andijon when we were the only clients. All bags off the bikes and through a scanning machine. A right pain in the bum. The very brusque woman in charge who was ranting in Russian to almost everyone gave me a direct insult. The cheek. 'I'm just a simple tourist' was having no affect on her at all. She said in total irony, "well aren't you a clever boy then?", when l filled just one customs form instead of in duplicate. If they wanted two copies then they should have had that clever paper to make copies without me having to write everything twice. Maybe l was just tired with the sun but l was very happy to leave before any more problems. Some of the guards were a bit drunk as well and not in the least helpful. It was a busy border but even with that, it didn't need to be slow and such a painful experience. We camped in the cottonfields that night as it had been getting late at the border and we had no other choice. These are the famous fields that are irrigated from the southern rivers of Abu Darya and Syr Darya that are drained into the very thirsty cottonfields instead of into the rapidly disappearing Aral sea. That is probably the biggest environmental man-made disaster in our history and no-one talks about it anymore. I wish more than most things, that blown research money should be directed to situations like this instead of the world's favourite topic, climatic change. Or even the starving in Africa.

While we were on the road towards Jizzax via Bekobod we continued to be welcomed by everyone with cars slowing down talking to us and constant waving. We were invited onto a farm for lunch where l was shown around while Dorothee was left in the house preparing lunch! It is still a very male-orientated society where gender specific activities are not crossed. I went out to see the children picking cotton as it was time to bring them lunch of bread and soft drinks.We stopped on the way to deposit two bottles of vodka to a group of men who were, in the midday sun boiling up a huge cauldron of lamb on a fire that could have been for the kids to go with their bread but l am not entirely certain of this! I think they treat them quite well but it could have equally have just been for their masters who would soon get busy drinking under the strong temperatures. I coulden't do it and infact the following day before arriving exhausted in Jizzax l suffered acute heat stroke with terrible bowel movements and cold sweats. An awful feeling. It lasted a couple of days as well. Their lamb was really good though! Haute cuisine in the cottonfields. Perhaps the worse thing about this was that our hotel in Jizzax had no water. I guessed the worst when lined up along the wall of the very simple bathroom were 6 old mineral water bottles full with water. The long and short of it was that it was going to take me a lot more than six bottles to get me through a night of my frequent toilet visits! Luckily we acquired some large buckets later. During this heat stroke period we had to do a quick return journey to Tashkent by share-taxi to begin the Turkmenistan visa process that would take ten days. Been driven at a zillion million miles an hour by an Uzbek taxi feels like hell when ur ill and then the whole, 'being treated like a bear behind a cage detail at the Turkmenistan embassy really pushed my good humour. Share-taxi drivers in Central Asia are the biggest ever, sharks and you have to bargain like hell with them or they'll take you for a ride far too easily. To get back to our famous hotel in Jizzax, where we had left our bikes while in Tashkent led to an interesting episode. It was dark when we arrived from Tashkent, so when we were dropped in the centre of Jizzax in a different place to where we had left, we were totally disorientated with only the knowledge of the bus number that passed in front of the hotel. We found the right bus but sadly the wrong direction as the bus driver didn't know our hotel. We ended up doing a tour of  Jizzax not knowing where the hell we were going. It took a group of drunken Uzbeks to get in and help us out and it was massive celebrations all round when we finally got there. The whole bus was cheering the discovery of this hotel. When the driver tried to charge us double for our little tour we and our drunken friends were having none of it which led to more cheers! The ridiculous thing was that our hotel had been two minutes walking distance from where we had first got off the bus from Tashkent! We survived though and were soon back on the road to Samarkand feeling quite a bit better. If all went well after visiting Samarkand we would be able to come back yet again to Taskent to claim both our Turkmen and Iranian visa's in one glorious couple of days. You can see how complicated the whole process of travelling in this part of the world is but still worthwhile definetly. Something easily obtained can never be ultimately satisfying. One of those ridiculous things in our nature.

The road to Samarkand was without incident and our time before we took a bus back to Tashkent pleasant enough especially Dorothee's birthday. I love B+B Bahodir, my personal favourite place to stay so far on the journey and it is a very beautiful city as we found out visiting all the sights. Leaving the bikes again to head back to Tashkent we took the bus and although it was an old bus from France with us three the last to be packed on, it wasn't bad at all and we didn't have the added stress of finding somewhere to put bikes, traliers etc. We decided to go and stay in a a backpacker place in the big smoke but it wasn't really. One of the cheapest places to stay in Tashkent but it was still around $30, that being the minimum price in the capital. It was clean and quiet, not what you would expect of a hostel type place. We wanted noise and action as Oceanne loves to play with other travellers. They are her favourite places to stay. Play is a big thing for her now and we see that it really is time for her to spend most of her time at kindergarten so that she can play with children instead of with adults. There are always times when she plays with children in parks but it is not enough. We were so dissapointed with the funeral atmosphere at Gulnara guesthouse that the next day after visit No.1 to the Iranian embassy we went to see Ali's B+B that was reputed to be slightly more wild. It was wild definetly but closed down by the police for reasons we do not know, perhaps because Ali is just too eccentric. We had a fantastic afternoon drinking vodka and eating and then there was dancing with Ali and his friends + family! All male l might add. It was fun but there was no chance to stay there due to the fact that you need to register all your nights while in Uzbekistan with all the hotels that you stay in. We camped a few nights so it was even more important. The fact that we never got asked for our hotel slips exiting the country doesen't make us feel any better but then others that we know, were.

Luckily Gulnara changed completely the next night as Mike, another Canadian cyclist who we had met in Samarkand arrived swiftly followed by Dino and Simone, two Italian guys cycling from Venice to India with Simone who was on the back and infact, partially sighted along with some other travellers including Darren from Sheffield. It was really great to spend time with these people during this particular visa hunt. It took us three visits to the Iranian embassy to get our visa as Dorothee's application had to be verified as it had been first rejected, before been accepted under appeal from our agent. I am pretty certain now, after reading some literature that it is because she is a Canadian woman as since 2003 when a Canadian woman journalist died mysteriously in a Tehran jail, diplomatic relations and therefore visa's have been particularly difficult for Canadians to obtain and maybe even more so for women. Anyway after checking this with the foreign ministry in Tehran we got our visa the next morning followed by our Turkmen visa in the evening after more waiting behind the big green gates. The same day, at the Turkmenistan embassy infact, we had met a French family with three children travelling in a campervan across and around Asia and so that afternoon we had tea in their van. I had already realised that this type of transport would be for our next big trip and it's good to see that we could see how well it works. This may be happening for us quite soon infact. Perhaps North Cape to Cape Town if the wife agrees! In the evening we went out for dinner with our three cyclist friends followed by large amounts of the reputed, even if they sell it in plastic bottles, Sarbast Original. I rate it as a decent beer! It was a really good night. I will add a special note for Dino and Simone who on the same day decided to call it quits on their trip due to personal differences and too much stress and effort for their upcoming visa battles and the fact that Simone relied so heavily on Dino for everything due to his illness. They were flying back to Venice and so Dino gave me his technical biking shirt which l was very happy with, even though it's not giving us much luck at the moment. More of that later. Dino was a great guy and l wish him all the best for his next trip. They were both typically passionate Italians and it was like watching a TV drama watching the split happen before our eyes.

Off we then went to Bukhara after picking up our bikes in Samarkand. It was a bus to Sarmarkand and one more night at B+B Bahodir before the Sharq 'express' train to Bukhara. It was again a right deal to get our stuff on the train as everyone else just had one bag so we weren't very subtle. I had to work with two guards as one guy said, "no bikes" even though at the ticket office it had not been a problem. You can never be sure with our mountain of stuff, that l can assure you. The plan in Bukhara was to get our money out of the bank before we left Uzbekistan for our whole trip through Turkmenistan and Iran. Ashgabat, the capital of Turkmenistan is the only option in that country to get money and as we were not going there, we had to do it here. Normally it shoulden't have been a problem, maybe we were tired and not thinking clearly but the thing was we arrived on a Friday evening and had to leave on the Monday morning before our Uzbek visa expired. It had to be Monday morning at the bank then. Big problem though, Tashkent had sent the city no currency. It was a very stressful morning charging around the city on my bike trying to find some money knowing that we had to get on our bikes as soon as possible. The best l could do was 130$ at a four star hotel. This was not good enough for all Iran obviously and there was no time to wait till tomorrow, go to Tashkent etc. Looking back we should have got organised a week before but with the visa issues and also carrying around that amount of cash, we didn't think we needed to. The thing is, other travellers we have since met had little problem getting their money for Iran in Bukhara so l feel really hard done by. Just another hurdle to cross yet again. It's certainly far from plain sailing at the moment and with winter fast approaching we're not very happy again. We really believed we had no more logistical problems to overcome. We are in Mashad, Iran and still the question of money is not solved. Visa and Mastercard do not exist for cash advances here because of the boycott against the U.S.

Before all that we had to race across the desert that is Turkmenistan. 480 km's in a little over four days. It was barrenly beautiful but obviously very rushed with early morning starts to get around the fact that it was dark by 6.30 p.m. We did have contact with the enthusiastic Turkmen's on the road and also when we camped on the grounds of a farming family outside the city of Mary. They were very curious and we enjoyed our time with them especially in the evening when they all came to the tent and when we had breakfast with them in the morning. We were invited to sleep at a police checkpoint the night before that, right in the middle of the most barren desert stretch so we camped down on their office floor. That was after being given a huge watermelon that of course we coulden't finish. It was mammoth. We had to get a lift right at the end of our traverse with an Iranian trucker about 80km's from the border of Iran as the border closed at the end of the afternoon and as we had got sent 70 km's the wrong way by another Iranian trucker the evening before, we ended up not being able to get to the border ourselves. He balanced our bikes underneath the trailer and jammed all our bags above the wheels. The trailer's went behind the cabin between the truck and trailer. Most things were not attached so we were concerned but it turned out alright apart from me standing on my sunglasses. An Iranian trucker helped us get out of an Iranian trucker's mistake. We were actually standing at the right intersection at the time of asking the original Iranian truker which way to go but he obviously didn't know that road, which all cyclotourists have taken but maybe it is simply not allowed for the trucks. Who knows. It might have been a blessing in disguise actually as if we had taken the right road we hadn't originally planned to arrive at the border till 5 p.m as we had read that is when the border closed. This is not true at all as in effect we arrived at 4.27 p.m and it was closed. Our trucker friend told it would be closed at 4 p.m but we chose not to panic and put our bikes back together in a calm atmosphere even though it was after 4. We chose not to believe it. Our worst fears were confirmed when all the truckers on our sprint to the border were showing their hands in a cross formation to note us of our fate. We continued to ignore this! Our 5 day visa was up so we had no choice but to get out of the country. The Turkmenistan customs gates were locked on arrival so that was that then! We had to plead, obviously, and luckily as Iran was one and a half hours behind Turkmenistan, if we could just get through this side of customs, then Iran would be still open. That is how it happened. We were let through the gates, shuffled very quickly through customs, a quick stamp on our passports and then out through into no-mans land. Dorothee had to get her scarf and trousers on, in preparation for Iran but apart from it getting dark at 4.30 p.m in Iran now and a bit of a wait while they checked us out in passport control, we were in Iran.Yeah! We were exhausted and luckily it didn't take long to find a hotel on the outskirts of Sarahks on the road to Mashad.

After crossing more desert to Mashad and having another Iranian trucker give me his sunglasses during a lunch time desert stop with tea included of course; we are now staying with Vali and his family in his homestay. Every cyclist we had met had said to stay here and had given us his card. A cyclist that we met near Turkmenabad after crossing into Turkmenistan had insisted that instead of taking the train to Ashgabat, we should cycle through Turkmenistan which indeed we had originally wanted to do before the Bukhara bad luck and get our money with Vali. A carpet salesman, he had a brother in Canada so we could easily transfer money between our account and his brother's and then Vali could then forward us the money. The short version is that yes, this should have been simple but indeed it is not. Vali's brother is not accustomed to online banking being 65 years old and used to visiting his branch. He needs to be, in order to accept our transfer as there is no other way to do it from a distance. We are trying but we want to get moving. We were exhausted when we arrived here with very hard and intense biking but mentally because of this story, we have not rested at all. It is a big shame because so far l love Iran and Mashad's holy shrine was very moving with all the emotional pilgrims surrounding us during prayer. Dorothee is finding it hard to adapt because for women it is obviously a lot different but l think she is now adapting more. Maybe we will leave soon but l think in all cases the trip has progressed into the period where it is reaching it's conclusion and biking is not going to be the number one priority anymore. The direct route to Turkey through that border might be more likely instead of the detour through Armenia and Georgia to We Will wait and see How Much Time We Have visa left and how early This Years Winter Will Be Like. Also When We Can Get Our Money! It's my birthday tomorrow so maybe That We Be an ideal present.

All my thoughts to you all, Rupert.