quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009

Pakistan

When I crossed the border from Iran to Pakistan, I had the same feeling and impression that i had taken the wrong bus and was entering in afghanistan. The same kind of landscape you see on news about afghanistam, the same kind of people (everyone knows how afghani people look after seeing Rambo 3. If you didnt see this movie, than im sorry for ur unhappy childhood!)

Im writting in english cause i realised i have a good excuse for poor writing and spelling and i will reach to more people. Previously i suspect i had 3 people reading my blog (my parents and sister).know im setting my objectives high and maybe as many as 4 people will start reading it!

First taxi i caught after the border: a pick up truck, just like the one taliban use. it just lacked the mashine gun on the back part!:)

My travel companion for this trip consisted of a chinese guy, that came from the eastern western part of china, the muslim part. They have like the same kind of struggle that Tibet has for independece. Only problem is that they dont have a dalai lama or soma budist stuff to call atention to world media!

The other guy who was traveling with me an interesting guy. He was a pakistani, working in construction in Tehran (everyone knows how tehran atracts labour force from all over the world, right up there with london and new york!) and came for a 2 weeks visit to his family. Before he had tried to cross ilegaly from Turkey (to where he had got illegaly as well, crossing the snowing mountains from iran on foot)to Greece, paying around 2000 dolars to some guy. He was caught, and because he would have to pay a huge fine if he was returned to the pakistan authorities, he did what normally pakistani do in these situations. they just hide their passports, say they are from afganistan! They are dropped somewhere in this lovely country from where they cross back into pakistan. they give one dollar to the border guard, and voila, back into pakistan, ready for another adventure.This guy next destination was australia.He had already contacts for crossing from indonesia to australia.6000 dolares. A risky investment but worth it!

From this border i embarked on the worse experience in my life.A 16 hour bus ride, sitted right above the back weels, from where i could feel all the holes in the road (most of the time didnt existed)crossing of the desert of baluchistan. No stopping or slowing down. This place is widely known for banditism and taliban hide out.

Welcome to Pakistan!

1 comentários:

João disse...

Um pouco diferente da Rodoviaria Nacional^^ já soube dos teus planos de estudo num país mais a sul lool!Aproveita e diverte-te!Abraço