Bandar Abbas - Bandar-e Pol

प्रकाशित: 27.08.2020

After the usual morning routine, which has established itself here on the Persian Gulf in recent days (swimming, breakfast, coffee with the family), I pack up my stuff on Friday (06.02.2020) and can call home again. Meanwhile, Txell and Koohyar are busy with their T4, where unfortunately Rango is also tied up. Apparently, Rango interprets Txell's screaming as a cry for help and tries to free the girl from Koohyar. Of course, with his mouth. Unfortunately, I am too far away to intervene directly, and so the big guy catches Txell under the armpit on the upper arm. After I have moved Rango aside, I take care of the wound, which looks nasty, but fortunately only affects the skin. It's not bleeding much, you can identify individual layers of skin. After everything is disinfected and taped up, Patricia takes Txell and Koohyar to the nearest hospital, while I stay behind with François, the children, and Rango. In the afternoon, the ambulance comes back, nothing was stitched, and the girls thought I handled the wound more carefully than the doctors. There was an injection, and in Bandar Abbas, it will be refreshed the next day. Let's hope everything heals well and doesn't get infected. I have obviously spoiled her stay by the sea, there is no swimming to be done in the next few days. Then we make our way to Bandar Abbas, stop on the way for some falafel, and set up camp in a parking lot right by the sea in the south of the city. After a shared dinner, we settle in for the night.

Saturday starts early for us. Around half past six, I get out of the tent, take a walk with Rango, and then park the big guy under the tarp again. Then I go with the family and Txell to the Passport Police, it's time to request an extension of our visas. It seems quite easy, we only need a few passport photos and copies. We take a taxi to the city and back, and there is time for a quick coffee on the way. We're back at the parking lot around noon. Here, Rango greets me with a big hole in the tent, he apparently had a visit from a few stray dogs and let off some steam. So the early afternoon is spent sewing the tent. In the late afternoon, I stroll to the harbor with the big guy. During the twilight, we walk along the well-populated beach promenade. I am a little late for currency exchange in the city, but instead, I can get a delicious green noodle soup. On the way back, I also find some fresh bread, vegetables, and herb cream. So dinner tonight goes without much cooking. While enjoying the delicacies at our parking lot, Rango opens the tent floor again. Sometimes, my dog really annoys me. So tonight, I go to bed rather angry.

Sunday, February 9, 2020 starts badly too. My power bank, which was hanging on the power next to the security booth overnight and was only half full at nine in the morning, suddenly disappears after my morning shower and breakfast. Very, very annoying. So it's time to sew the tent again. In the early afternoon, it's time to pack up, and Patricia and François kick me out in the center of Bandar Abbas. Here, I organize a new power bank, sunglasses, a few headphones, and new flip flops. Extensive shopping, so to speak. Then we go to the workshop where the family is waiting for an oil change. Timely execution is not in sight, so we take a walk with Patricia and the children towards the northwest while François waits for new oil. Our path leads us through a kind of suburban neighborhood. It is already dark when François picks us up again, and we leave the city. At a snack bar just before Gachin-e Bala, the adults have a small dinner. The crab sandwiches taste excellent. Then we continue towards a desert, but we don't find a suitable place for the Mercedes bus to spend the night. So we drive a bit further towards Bandar-e Pol and set up camp at a rest area.

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