A travelogue back-logged
Lazy minds can’t afford serious pursuits.
My horse power thoughts on Qeshm have all gone bleak. A spicy travelogue was in my mind. Bitten by a crawling lethargy, it could not surface a shape.
Qeshmed, for nearly one week
Qeshm is an island in the Persian Gulf. It belongs to Iran. Qeshm Island enjoys a unique strategic location alongside the Strait of Hormuz, at the crossroads of the world's major shipping lanes serving five continents.
It has even become a threat to Jabel Ali free Zone area in Dubai. The Island was under the sea before during pre-historic times.
I went there to change my visa. I did not stop at it. For me, it was an exploring tour than a tensed exile
In the un’eye’able desert, one can see how the Persian wind carves out its unearthed mountains into huge sculptures through soil erosion. These sculptures in this desolate land reminds of a desert Konark. Salt caves, huge sun temples and idols, infertile terrains and mountain rocks would ask you to snoop on their history.
Children, clinging at your sleeves, can be seen begging for 'Ek Dirham' while you walk in the city. One Dirham is equal to 2000 Iranian Riyals, thus, one Indian Rupee equals 167 Iranian Riyals. I was curious to know whether there are any Indian products available in the Qeshm city. I could pick only two things, Bajaj bikes and Panparag.
Bandare-Abbas is the only nearby town which connects Qeshm to Iran main land through a pretty good boat service. We asked the security in the ferry if we can go to the other side by boat. First they wrinkled foreheads and asked us where we are from. They were happy to hear that we are from India.
We had a nice boat journey for around two hours in the bluish lap of Persian Gulf. Incidentally, the boat driver was an Afghani. He talked mouthful that the security don’t let Pakistanis go other side, as Pakistanis can and do illegally travel to Karachi by road from Bandare-Abbas. But I wondered why not Afghanis who also share boarders with Iran. Both are known infiltrators. We could not go to the Bandare-Abbas city, for that we need an Iranian visa.
Iranian girls are noble in looks. They carry a lost pride in their cosmetic-loaded faces. You can’t see the predicament of a financially limp economy in the lives of Iranian people. They hold it tight to their heart musing over a past post-1979 the year when Islamic revolution came into power under the leader ship of Ayatollah Khomeini.
The Shia fervor is visible in every nook and cranny. One maid in the hotel even told us that the Sunnis are not Muslims.
It was an exciting journey, except my worry over visa.
And the lack of a camera to flash back to Qeshm when it daunts.
My horse power thoughts on Qeshm have all gone bleak. A spicy travelogue was in my mind. Bitten by a crawling lethargy, it could not surface a shape.
Qeshmed, for nearly one week
Qeshm is an island in the Persian Gulf. It belongs to Iran. Qeshm Island enjoys a unique strategic location alongside the Strait of Hormuz, at the crossroads of the world's major shipping lanes serving five continents.
It has even become a threat to Jabel Ali free Zone area in Dubai. The Island was under the sea before during pre-historic times.
I went there to change my visa. I did not stop at it. For me, it was an exploring tour than a tensed exile
In the un’eye’able desert, one can see how the Persian wind carves out its unearthed mountains into huge sculptures through soil erosion. These sculptures in this desolate land reminds of a desert Konark. Salt caves, huge sun temples and idols, infertile terrains and mountain rocks would ask you to snoop on their history.
Children, clinging at your sleeves, can be seen begging for 'Ek Dirham' while you walk in the city. One Dirham is equal to 2000 Iranian Riyals, thus, one Indian Rupee equals 167 Iranian Riyals. I was curious to know whether there are any Indian products available in the Qeshm city. I could pick only two things, Bajaj bikes and Panparag.
Bandare-Abbas is the only nearby town which connects Qeshm to Iran main land through a pretty good boat service. We asked the security in the ferry if we can go to the other side by boat. First they wrinkled foreheads and asked us where we are from. They were happy to hear that we are from India.
We had a nice boat journey for around two hours in the bluish lap of Persian Gulf. Incidentally, the boat driver was an Afghani. He talked mouthful that the security don’t let Pakistanis go other side, as Pakistanis can and do illegally travel to Karachi by road from Bandare-Abbas. But I wondered why not Afghanis who also share boarders with Iran. Both are known infiltrators. We could not go to the Bandare-Abbas city, for that we need an Iranian visa.
Iranian girls are noble in looks. They carry a lost pride in their cosmetic-loaded faces. You can’t see the predicament of a financially limp economy in the lives of Iranian people. They hold it tight to their heart musing over a past post-1979 the year when Islamic revolution came into power under the leader ship of Ayatollah Khomeini.
The Shia fervor is visible in every nook and cranny. One maid in the hotel even told us that the Sunnis are not Muslims.
It was an exciting journey, except my worry over visa.
And the lack of a camera to flash back to Qeshm when it daunts.
Comments
I dd nt knw dat Iran's strugglin like dis. I knw dat,Iran's a quak prone area, n this hanging threat of attack frm th US's goin 2 grapple their life even worse.....
Let's pray for them....