Iran 2015 – announcement

I had not planned trip to Iran. I had clinched the holiday at another time and the idea of ​​northern Russia. When, however,, for various reasons, This plan collapsed decided to find someone who chauffeurs motorcycles in interesting place. We ended up Motorcycling Stables and asparagus, and receiving motorcycle in Georgia, rapid transfer to Iran through Armenia, and then, return home on wheels by Turkey.

Before I going quite smoothly arranged for a visa, quickly I scoffed the carrier, I bought a train ticket to Katowice and Silesia flight from the capital to Kutaisi. For this Turkish visa, who arranged for three clicks and transfer. I had everything except Carnet de Passage, I did not want to ransom for economic reasons. I also wanted to bypass a broker, which helps to cross the border without the said wrapper, what is possible (described, e.g, here: http://www.byledalej.com/iran-bez-karnetu/), but apparently difficult.

 

I also changed quite a way of packaging up. Completely I gave up the tankbag, putting on a clever pocket, which houses a camera and some type of pocket knife szpargały, a flashlight, notepad and pen. The pocket can be worn as kidney, attaching a backpack system and Molle straps on the motorcycle ideally located on the rack above my clocks. The set I bought a camelbag, which, As it turned out saved my life, to twirl (for tools and spare clothes) and bag, which I held the camping set, and several handheld szpargałów.

 

Already in Kutaisi, just, I broke the camera. My Fuji X10 has stopped working for no apparent reason. In Georgia planned to spend barely a few hours, but fatigue after a night flight, heat, re-re-up and in failure to effectively stopped me more than a day. In doubles, swimming pool in the hostel also made me rozleniwił.

 

I ate khinkali, I drank wine, that got, as every guest airports in Kutaisi, from the publican, I get any sleep, I bought a new camera and I thought, that the next day I should say hello in Armenia. Along the way it was and 40 degrees in the shade, and a storm of hail and the first two failures: screwed into the rack trunks and losing all the screws from the window. Since then, every now and then I improved or trytki and wire.

Despite, that Georgia feels great, in my head somehow ubzdurałem, that trip this year begins at the border of Armenia and there also will begin there story (and adventure) for good.