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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
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#1 I had been on three flights before boarding the bus to Erzurum: Paris–Istanbul, Istanbul–Ankara, and finally Ankara–Erzurum. I was comfortably strapped in my seat when I looked down and watched as the landscapes, cities, and villages raced by. I wanted to get out and walk.
#2 I set out from Istanbul on the first leg of this journey in April 1999. I was excited and happy to be walking the world, and I had high expectations for the trip. But my joyful mood was dampened when I was attacked by Kangals and people, and when I was sick and had to be evacuated.
#3 I’m setting out in May, so most of my journey will take place during the summer. I’ll have to cross three of Central Asia’s hottest deserts, each one inhabited by friendly little critters like cobras, scorpions, and tarantulas.
#4 I was determined to enjoy the journey, no matter what. I was getting on in years, and I had no idea if my health would hold up as it had in the past. I was afraid of solitude, but I wanted to experience it.

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Publié par	Everest Media LLC
Date de parution	16 mai 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798822511125
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I had been on three flights before boarding the bus to Erzurum: Paris–Istanbul, Istanbul–Ankara, and finally Ankara–Erzurum. I was comfortably strapped in my seat when I looked down and watched as the landscapes, cities, and villages raced by. I wanted to get out and walk.

#2

I set out from Istanbul on the first leg of this journey in April 1999. I was excited and happy to be walking the world, and I had high expectations for the trip. But my joyful mood was dampened when I was attacked by Kangals and people, and when I was sick and had to be evacuated.

#3

I’m setting out in May, so most of my journey will take place during the summer. I’ll have to cross three of Central Asia’s hottest deserts, each one inhabited by friendly little critters like cobras, scorpions, and tarantulas.

#4

I was determined to enjoy the journey, no matter what. I was getting on in years, and I had no idea if my health would hold up as it had in the past. I was afraid of solitude, but I wanted to experience it.

#5

I spent four hours and fifteen miles traveling from Doğubeyazıt to Lake Van. The next morning, the sky was still gray. I was eager to get moving. In front of a shop, an elderly beanpole was selling walking sticks by the bundle. I carefully chose just one stick and handed him 100,000 liras.

#6

On the road, my good mood is short-lived. In order to help my body ease back into the swing of things, I had planned for my first week four reasonable stages. But Telçeker, the village where I was supposed to stop after 13 miles, was barely more than a few hovels. There was no chance of finding a restaurant there.

#7

I eventually realize that I’ll never get rid of them until I give in. So I change a few dollars as well as my remaining Turkish liras. In Bazargan, just over the border in Iran, a dollar buys nine thousand five hundred rials.

#8

I was allowed to pass through the Turkish customs window after three hours of waiting. The immigration officer who stamped my passport apologized for the wait. On the other side, two affable faces greeted me from behind their counter windows.

#9

I was expecting to find people with rigid views on religion who didn’t like foreigners. But everywhere I go, I’m amazed by the kindness and warmth of those I meet.

#10

In Iran, women are required to wear black cloths that cover them from head to toe, and men are not allowed to wear neckties. The State enforces these rules, but the enforcers focus exclusively on women.

#11

I allowed myself a day off in Maku. I visited the Black Church, known as the Qara Kelisa, which was built in the 1800s. It was a gorgeous, stunning sight, but I didn’t camp out there for two weeks.

#12

The church in the village of Qara Kelisa is beautiful, but the people who work there are not very friendly. They do not speak any English, and when I ask where the post office is, they tell me that things have been awful for 20 years now.

#13

I was expecting to find hostile people, but instead I met one of the earliest opponents to the mullahs’ regime, who took me back to the beginnings of the Revolution in Iran.

#14

I make a right turn onto a small road heading south. The traffic is light, and I enjoy the solitude. I slowly pick up the pace as my muscles adjust to the effort. But I still lack endurance. After fifteen miles, I'm starting to feel shot. Three miles more and I'll in fact be in Shot, which is Shut according to the bilingual road sign.

#15

I was greeted by the ruins of a caravansary, which was the first tangible sign that I was on the Silk Road. I was taunted by the young motorcyclist, who asked me many questions and then took a souvenir pin from me.

#16

The first few steps into a world of widespread indifference are delightful. I find the police officers’ lack of concern for me completely charming. I’m a foreigner, and they consider me sacred.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was eventually served a good meal by the doctor, who took care of one of his patients. I was not alone for long, as a new fellow came in and dragged me off to see his tobacco kiln.

#2

I visited Qarah Ziya Eddin, and while I was expecting a great fanfare from Allah, I only received a loud pounding on my room’s inside wall. It was the neighborhood scamps using it as a soccer field goalpost.

#3

I visited Mahmad’s Bistro, a small restaurant in the middle of a passageway between two valleys. The owner insisted that I not pay for my meal, since Razul had already paid for it along with his. I was stunned by the generosity of Easterners.

#4

The view from Ivughli is breathtaking. The town is surrounded by mountains, and the sun is hurling fleeting tongues of fire at the windshields of a long line of cars.

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