01.03.2008 - 03.03.2008
Again we were travelling through a theatricl landscape - a fast running river carving its way through snow covered mountains of names unknown.
Unfortunately, Sivas is like a sty! Any snow has become dirty slush. I do not feel comfortable in the place, and stick out like a sore thumb compared to the increasing numbers of women covered in burkas. There are only 2 memorable things about Sivas for me. One: I bought my burka for Iran there. Two: all the internet cafes are filled with boys watching hardcore pornography with the volume on!
Ezerum is another Turkish city that is missable and unremarkable.
Doguabayazit (aka Doggy Biscuit) is our last place to stop in Turkey before Iran. The countryside is already beginning to look sandier and more arid. The town is 35km from the border.
At the border crossing, walking to the toilet I quickly realise that I am the only woman (on the Turkish side) who is not covered up (it is not required in Turkey). I feel highly conspicuous and uncomfortable. A few men even gesture for me to cover my head. Before crossing the border we are required to cover up with our headscarves, burkas, and trousers.