At least I was at the gate when it opened, ( an hour late) but then I lost an hour trying to find a money changer, after the usual visit to Immigration for the passport stamp, and the Customs for the bike passport to be stamped, it was in fact about 11 am before I did get on the road.
The fuel along the road is dispensed from cans of smuggled Iranian petrol. No gas stations as such. However it works.
The ride through the desert was actually pretty, and pretty good. The towns were dirty but the odd wild Camel made up for that.
The fuel along the road is dispensed from cans of smuggled Iranian petrol. No gas stations as such. However it works.
The ride through the desert was actually pretty, and pretty good. The towns were dirty but the odd wild Camel made up for that.
And the Trucks. The wild crazy decorated trucks. There is so much "stuff" on them. Huge fronts highly decorated, high sides, loads stacked so high it is a wonder how they get there and how they stay on. Trinkets, whistles bells stars, twinkly stuff lights, every thing imaginable. And they crawl along the road.
Dalbandin is a dump in the middle of the desert where I spent the night. 24 hour hot water was the claim......well it sounded appealing, so did the offer of a beer. Then I worked out the room cost 300 R and the beer 250R so no more beer !
However I did sleep in a sort of clean bed.
nzl04
Dalbandin is a dump in the middle of the desert where I spent the night. 24 hour hot water was the claim......well it sounded appealing, so did the offer of a beer. Then I worked out the room cost 300 R and the beer 250R so no more beer !
However I did sleep in a sort of clean bed.
nzl04
