The bus ride from Tehran to Istanbul was like a ride out of summer into winter, out of desert into mountains, out of restrictions into freedom, especially for the female part of humanity!!!.
The journey was comfortable and visually monotonous until we crossed into Turkey. The Iranian-Turkish border terminal is located on the two ends of the same building, so once you get to the border you need to get out of the bus with your baggage, go into the Iranian side of the terminal, go through with all the immigration formalities and then cross into the Turkish side.
The most worth mentioning is the staff at the Turkish border terminal. We needed visas on arrival, so we were led into a back room, where the immigration shift rested and I mean the word rest with a capital R! Two of the immigration officers were holding joysticks and bothering their Playstation. Another one was watching some movie. One was busy chatting online and an older one was just sitting with his legs stretched on the table and smoking.
They were a little bothered by us disturbing their routine, but they very professionally searched for the long lost rubber stamp, to stamp a visa in my passport and with the combined effort of two of the officers they succeeded in wetting the dried-out rubber stamp and finally stamped the visa, which carried “visa № 1″…
Another friend, Abdul Qadir, came across the same border a couple of months after us and this time the stamp did not need damping!
I am a little lazy these days and don’t feel like writing much, so…
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Bus ticket from Tehran to Istanbul
Packets of biscuits and bottles of juice offered in the bus. Don’t be fooled these are not for free, but offered as if compliments of the house
After leaving Iran behind the scarf was till on to help keep the ears warm!
An Iranian woman awaiting bus ride to Turkey.
Repeating my love
My love for clouds
Vegetation in Iran: a rare view.
Simple natural classic!
Lamb chops at the red-crescent clinic for check-up!!!
Attempting to write!
This is the bus which took us from one capital to the another historic capital!
Sleeping our long journey out!
Snow covered hills right after crossing through the desert in Iran.
The fur coats on the Iranian side!
Strangely enough all the buses going from Tehran to Istanbul stop at different places. So if you head that way and by any chance your bus stops at this place, remember that we were here before you!!!
This is how normally you are served tea in turkey. Normally it is accompanied by a piece of two of sugar, which you put in your mouth and take tea.
Same spice bowl up close and personal!
Spices or add-ons…although add-on makes it sound more technological then organic!
Eagle in flight!
A nicely carved wooden sculpture of an eagle…
The other side of the breakfast station
Just in the last century men and women used to pull such carts, not pose with them)))
Our first stop in Turkey. We stopped here early in the morning to take breakfast.
A few of the future fur coats and lamb chops roaming on the Turkish land!
Landscape reminding me of Northern Punjab!
The landscape in north-eastern Turkey!
Modern housing blocks…
Good way of passing time, when you don’t have internet!
Vera captured the landscape and the columns in her diary/drawing book!
Remembering tropical Sri-Lanka, after seeing the snow beyond the window!
I like the cloudy sky. It offers a chance to let your imagination loose!