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The Long Way: Istanbul to Ankara


2011
07.04

Public transportation is somewhat of a taboo in Iraq, there are lots of taxis but a real bus system has not been implemented yet to the Kurdistan region. We looked forward to the public transportation of Turkey, it is always dependable, fast, and comfortable. Well, that is what the bus system in Turkey is “suppose to be” like.

We started out from our guesthouse around 11am and planned to hop on the first of many busses heading to Ankara that July 3rd afternoon. We checked the time for all the departing buses and found one leaving in 45 minutes, so we bought the two tickets and waited in the already hot hot sun. The 1pm departure was pushed back to 1:45pm and most of those extra minutes where spent in a non AC bus, they waited to turn the AC once we started off down the road. We were making good time, stopped for snacks once, and with 168 km to go we broke down. We all got off the bus, still really hot out, even though it was late afternoon, and sat along the road for over 2 hours. There were no signs of a mechanic coming or a replacement bus. Eventually someone managed to flag another bus down and we were able to hop on it since it was going close to Ankara.

The bus was empty except for about 8 people, we found some seats and off we went. Within minutes we were stuck in a traffic jam that took about 30 minutes or so to get through. Nightfall came and after Alex spoke to the others on the bus in Turkish we decided it was easier to get off the bus before the bus went to the station, closer to our final destination. We got dropped off along the highway in the middle of the evening, walked through this tall grassy area in order to get to the exit ramp of the highway, walked down that and then waited for the bus.

We hopped on the local bus that took 45 minutes to get from one end of town to the other. Grabbed  a taxi at the end of the bus line and FINALLY after 10 hours of bus mishaps we arrived at our friends’s placed. From the door of our guesthouse in Istanbul to the door of our friend’s place who is working at the American Embassy in Ankara, it took over 12 hours. Upon arrival we were greeted with tacos, a strawberry and blueberry 4th of July flag cake, and Samuel Adams beer.

We arrived safe, a bit tired and cranky but all was well. If this is just one example of what we will have to endure while traveling through Central Asia, it will be more interesting than we thought!

Weather Forecast: Rainy and windy…. roadtrip anyway!


2011
02.27

The plan was to get up early on Friday and drive to Akre. By car it is about 2 hours, at most. We were going to take our scooter and figured it would take about 2 1/2 to 3 hours to drive to Akre. Friday was warm and sunny, no need for a jacket but definitely needed to wear your sunglasses.  By the time we got up and got around we decided to postpone our roadtrip to Akre, where we needed to book a hotel for Norwuz, until the next day.  When we woke up on Saturday it was rather cloudy, colder than yesterday, and the weather forecast called for wind and rain.

We decided to take our chances and head off to Akre despite the dark storm clouds rolling in. For the first hour, we made great time and were one step ahead of the rain. From off in the distance you could see the rain coming down, it looked daunting from afar  but  with the snow capped mountains in the background  and we were still dry we were able to enjoy the view. We were a little less than halfway there when we heard thunder, and decided to make our way back to a little restaurant we spotted a few miles back. We were welcomed with open arms in broken English and told to sit down. They brought over a kerosene heater and two glasses of tea. We decided to sit out this little rain shower and eat some of the snacks we packed for our picnic we planned on having along the road. Needless to say, that picnic never happened.

Once the rain stopped we decided to continue on to Akre. The last time we took this road it was paved. We found out the hard way that they are making another road along side the one we were on. This meant that the next 50km or so would be driven on wet, slippery, muddy roads that had many curves and hills along the way. At one point the road was a bit steep and i opted to walk to the top of the road rather then ride on the back. It made me feel safer but my boots were caked in mud and I was out of breath by the time I got to the top.

We stopped for gas at one point and had to beep for a few minutes until someone came out of nowhere to pour gas out of a plastic container for us into our scooter an charge us 2x more than what we pay in Erbil. Kinda funny considering we were in the middle of nowhere and haven’t seen anyone for miles, but we were on a long deserted road and didnt want to wait for a cheaper gas stand.  I choose the word stand instead of station, since it was simply bottles of gas sitting on a stand alongside the road. I hopped back on and off we went for another 10km or so down the road until finally we met pavement again.

So much for our 1 hour or so until Akre, with the muddy road and only being able to drive around 5-10km an hour, our ETA was not what we expected. The rain held off for a bit but the wind began to blow and every time I looked at Alex’s hands on the handle bars they were turning deeper shades of blue. The only thing that made the drive worth it was the crazy green and brown shades of new grass growing and dirt that has been recently tilled on the rolling hills that made the land look like it was painted in camouflage.

We finally arrived in Akre, about an hour later than expected. The last couple miles I felt rain on my legs and back and could hear it dripping onto my helmet but it was more of a warning than actual rain. The thunder and lightening that lit up the sky and the rain that poured down in buckets arrived only minutes after we arrived and was safely in the hotel. As soon as we arrived, the workers recognized us from before. They brought over two kerosene heaters, one for each of us, and some tea. So there we sat, listening to the rain pour down while we sat warming up our hands and feet and waiting for the rain to stop.

After an hour or so, with the reservation booked and our appendages feeling much warmer we got put all of our jackets, hoodies, and vests back on and started to gather our things. We were about  to set out  for home, unsure if it would be a cold and wet or a cold and dry ride back. The owners however, wouldn’t hear of us driving in what could be another rainstorm so they picked up our scooter, put her in the back of the truck and tied her down and off we went. We took a less scenic but quicker way home and decided that since the sun came back up and the roads were dry we would hop out right at the Tigris River and ride the rest of the way back home on our scooter. We thanked the driver and his friend for the lift and told them we would see them in a fe weeks for Norwuz. The ride with them saved us about an hour so we were able to make it back before the sun went down that day.

Our road trip, that we thought would get us into Akre at noon had actually put us at the hotel sipping tea around 2pm. We planned on being there and back before 3pm, or 4pm at the latest. It was’t the case. We arrived home a little before 6pm. The road trip was cold and a bit rainy but it was an adventure. We had a great time and are making plans to go out next weekend and find a place to camp along Lake Dukan. I will keep you posted!

A Day in a Local Village


2010
07.09

 Our plans for July 3rd where to continue on to Mukumi National Park and finish the rest of our 4 day safari. However, we were told we would have to go back to Dar (a 5-6 hour ride) only to change vehicles and head another 4-5 hours to Mukumi. Nora and I were trying to avoid going back to DAR so we ask our tour operator Ali, Abba, if we could stay an extra night and join the Norwegian couple that was also heading to Mukumi the following day. He said yes and we ended up getting a free night’s stay at the beautiful Hippo Camp where we stayed in a really nice safari tent right along the lake and enjoyed great meals, lots of sun and relaxation, playing pool with the guide and chef, and listening to the sounds of monkeys and hippos through out the day and night!

Since we had a whole day free we wanted to walk the 3km to the village. Mloka, is a small village with 800 people, a small school, a barber shop, a few shops, a church, a bus stand, a market, a few restaurants, a hotel (well a place visitors can sleep), a pool table along the street, and one satellite dish.  Magile, our boat and walking safari guide came to the village with us. We ended up staying all day, talking to the locals, eating fresh oranges (how they peel the oranges is pretty impressive), I played soccer with some of the children, then we ended up watching some of the local boys playing an inter- village match, and before we headed back to the camp we played pool with some of the older guys in the village.

It was such a great experience that we would have never gotten if we just stuck with the 4 day safari trip. Most tours bring you into the parks/game reserves, show you animals, feed you and then shuffle you onto your next location. We were lucky enough to experience first hand a day in the life of a villager.

It was the teacher in me….


2010
06.28

I am wide eyed and ready for my last flight. I am now in Addis with a 2 hour layover…I have spent the better part of my 16 hour flight asleep. I fell asleep almost immediately when I left DC, was woken up by my lovely flight attendant 3 times for dinner, breakfast, and lunch. I recall a rather bad landing in Rome when we stayed on the plane and they switched crew members and yes, i slept through the whole thing.

I did have a crying, well screaming baby and a 4 year old sitting two seats away from me on both sides but i was so exhausted both physically and mentally from my last week of packing and goodbyes that i was able to sleep a deep sleep through most of their noise.

Kinda funny thing happened, hence the title of this post. When I got to Dulles this was this little girl, who reminded me of some of my heavy hitters at school, running around, mom chasing her, not listening, saying no, etc etc. I kept my teacher eye on her and kept thinking, her dad spoils her way too much! Turns out I sit next to her dad and the little girl, Mya and mom and baby sister sit in first class. Poor dad had a few rough spots throughout the flight and i just wanted to sit her little butt down and give her a talking to and a time out….

Thousands of miles and continents later we were getting ready to get off the plane and her dads hands are full and she starts whining about mommy and tries to take off. So I bend down look her in the face and give her the good choices speech and let me hold your hand, etc etc. So i take her hand, we get off the plane, into the bus, across the runaway, up the escalator (at one point dad held her hand too and she was making us swing her LOL), got to the top, walked down the hall and atlast Mommy was there. Said goodbyes and started to walk away.

And yes, I left my other bag on the plane that was in first class since there wasnt any room for it near me. So i had to walk back down, ask a guy if I could go back and look! Not how i wanted to start my trip but I was trying to help out a struggling dad. I got back on the bus, a ride all by myself, got off anf the cleaning crew was beginning to go in the plane. A guy yelled at them (have no idea what he said) but they all parted like the red sea and I walked up the steps onto the plane. A male flight attendant ask what I was doing back and I told him I was helping out a struggling dad and I forgot to get my second bag. He started to laugh and then we went and got my bag.

I was relieved it was still there but i figured good karma would allow it to be there and safe. When I got off the plane all the crew was there waiting for me and smiling and clapping and cheering that I had it….

I went back to the bus and here i am…..

Will be in Tanzania around 130am… still not really sunk in, i packed up my bags, left all that i know behind, to see about some animals and then to move to Erbil….

Hope to catch a bit of the matches tomorrow while deciding where to go first with Nora on our African Adventure.

Go Portugal!