The first night in Iran
No, the total is on the border.
I waved goodbye to all Armenians, For the hundredth time I checked a stamp in the passport.
– Sczastlivogo (*)!
(*) Good luck.
Anyone who has tried to enter Iran knows your vehicle, jak bardzo upierdliwe jest załatwianie Carnet de Passage – Paper archaic customs which secured, że motocykla w Iranie nie będę próbować sprzedać – in my case bail, he had to leave me in Poland amounted to four times the value of the motorcycle. It is possible to completely legal import your own vehicle dealt with in some magical way to the border. Mentally, I was prepared to 30 hours, which spend on the border to enter without a Carnet de Passage settle himself, bypassing intermediary. Like any, I tried to negotiate with one mediator, which I could find on the internet – motocyklistą Husajnem z http://www.overlandtoiran.com/, like everyone, I lost. 500 dolarów za usługę. Very expensive. No less, I informed him fair, that will try to do the same, I read the entire internet, it seemed to me, that all the know-how in my head. In the bag I had some bread and cheese, a large supply of water and a firm resolve, it will work.
Ridiculously was from the beginning. The first time I had to leave the barrier motorcycle, although they border guards seemed to me contradictory instructions. Every, very nice, He invited the barrier, others, slightly surly had a decidedly different view – the vehicle is on the no man's land. It lasted from 10 minutes until finally in seniority put on his foot and wandered into the building. Here another surprise – crashed computer system, so the queue was getting bigger but no one was paid off. After a long moment he became interested in me, a civilian employee (status is supposed, just, he was not in uniform), who alone spoke something in English and explained to me the whole procedure.
It was later learned, that civilly dressed guy can do more of this in uniform and if important, bo może bym tę znajomość z miłym gościem mówiącym choć trochę po angielsku wykorzystał następnego dnia.
First stamp in the passport (system used to hang up), then I'm going after all the bags and allow them to x-ray and go out the other entrance of the building, means a total, I'm already in Iran. The magic word was not mentioned Carnet. I brought all the bags, all control was relaxed, because I had nothing in the forbidden, even in the form of western music on mp3 files. Strict legal. Like never.
I went to a friend civilian sure, that's about it.
– So, welcome in Iran!
– A Carnet de Passage?
– He is not needed!
– For sure?
– So
wooooow! but change. I read before going, Iran opens up to tourists, that the police was ordered to be helpful, it is getting easier visa and other formalities, but the promotion did not expect. I left the bag before leaving the “Iranian” side and delighted I returned after a motorcycle. I showed all of a stamp, of the voucher no one mentioned so enthusiastic fires a machine, and I'm going to go pick up my luggage. Po 100 metrach zatrzymuje mnie kolejny szlaban, you have not noticed.
– Carnet de Passage?
enthusiasm fallen. Wedle mojego stanu wiedzy w sierpniu 2015 they enter the key to the Iranian border was the purchase of transit Carnet de Passage.
– no license. Armenia, Iran, Turkey. Transit.
– No problem, tommorow, Mr Abbasi (*)
(*) fictitious name, I forgot the true.
I was able to determine yet, I have to appear between 8 a 9 morning in the indicated building and that I can go to sleep next to a motorcycle in the parking lot, where the customs officers leave their cars. I mentioned just a few dollars, I ate a candy bar, which I got from one of the customs officers and went to sleep smug, that with six simple words I saved 500 dollars.
