The Way Home

Hello.
In Pakistan, the operation is finally better, but again came the health problems that I had no one in Delhi. I probably have an allergy to food or something sharp, it’s cruel. In Pakistan, came the fever. Two days makes me sick and I take some medicine with you what we have. Frank haunts me, it’s malaria, it’s silly I’m sure I ate something bad again.

Evening convinces me, I’ll let you test for malaria. I agree, and he presents a series of blood testing. Well it Nooo, I got a little cut his finger and put blood into the test tube? I protest and reject! Well, I am better, my body was shocked and started to function normally again.

Continuing the journey through Pakistan. This time in Lahore nestavujeme, we have already seen through him from past visits and we headed straight over to Sukuru Multan, where we turn to Quetta. We have a military escort as before, and it is great, because the trip passes quickly. As always lose Frank runs terribly slow and I was pretty pissed off! We’re a pretty decent road (on the Asian standards) and the journey passes quickly. I’m no better, and so represents the local rest house for lunch.

The restaurant sits on the carpet for the designated table and go into the kitchen and find food. The guys in the kitchen of us are happy and are thronging the various delicacies, politely refuse and you just order the rice and chicken. At lunch we came to a local truck driver, and is the usual Pakistani communication. It shows us pictures of the family (a few people on the green meadow in the mountains and the men have guns around the neck) and in the spirit we say that this is probably the Taliban. Well I do not know the gun in the mountains who.

Ongoing exchange of phone numbers and want to pay and leave, but our new acquaintance has paid everything for us and refuses to take money from us. Three times we have offered him three times, and he rejects that we are his new friends, and his guests also have it at home. Well, that we would probably happen in the Czech Republic. Farewell odjíždíme.V spirit and hope of the unprinted food ….., but it’s cool. Waiting for Frank, we promised him that it always wait for the evening. Arrives for a moment, and we continue on together. Frank goes ahead and find that his car is kind of weird surging down the road.

We stop for the night in a small village in central Pakistan, just before entering the mountains. Checking Frank’s car, and terror, we find that the new Nissan has a cracked frame. This is a big bummer! The car is under warranty, etc. With the car still something! The day we spend in the shop and then go on to Quetta. We will not bore you the details here, just to weld the frame in the local shop and goes away. But I am very angry because the problems they present us a lot. I am willing to help anyone in need, but this really bothers me. I am determined to strike out from him here, I’m Dead.

Arrive in Quetta and meet in the hotel car park Bloom star hotel with a Frenchman living autem.Opět waiting for Frank. The next day Frank declare that I go away alone and in a hurry, I do not intend to stay in Queta. We want to Iran as soon as possible. He said to go with the second day of the French toward Iran. It takes us to the Iranian border for two days. Finally, Iran is much we enjoyed in Iran, want to see Persepolis and Esfahan. Beyond getting a police escort and uháníme in Bam. I still do not understand why we go to the field by security. We know that we are close to Afghanistan and we know that there smuggle drugs, there are also full of refugees from Afghanistan. But we are after all not all of this, so why the hell escort? Our reasoning for ending rozstříleného Peugeot 405 … Well, perhaps this is it thick enough.!

In Bam sleeping in a small parking lot of hotel. We meet here a Swedish boy who travels by bicycle. It’s been eight months on the road and went initially to Africa, in Ethiopia, but the discomfort with friends, and so it turned around and going to China for the Olympics. … Even when we know this, so we started to hurt a leg. It’s a dude! Well this morning we said goodbye and gave directions frčeli Persepolis. This is something wonderful, all highly recommended. On the way to Persepolis from Esfahan we have visited some sites after Alexander the Great, tombs, etc. ..

We arrived in Esfahan. It’s a huge and glamorous city. The square, bazaar, mosque and palace. All details and dates are beautifully described in the Czech guide Silk Road. This book helped us a lot! Recommended! Unfortunately we could not stay too much for our transit visas. We continued on to Tehran and Turkish borders. On the way back we met a cyclist, this time from Holland. We pretty nice restaurant in the road and as I sit there appears two guys from France. They’re somewhere in Asia at odd šlapohybu. Photo substantiate. It’s a human powered car. Can be seen in the Flintstones movie. So we advised them to Laos, and they, therefore, it will go through China into Laos ….. Power fingers crossed! Our next trip is no longer very interesting. Beautiful Iranian highway and ended up on the Ararat Eastern Turkey has a cool full military control.

Now we’re in a beautiful and expensive Istanbul and walk around the old town. It’s beautiful, but those prices are both at home and it is very beautiful. We rozmlsaní from Iran. There is a very, very cheap. So say goodbye now, and even songs from home at the end of the journey. Milan, Eve.