PAKISTAN
Lahore
(14/05/99)
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"Hello my friends ! I am in Pakistan today. I'm
writing to you from the Alliance Française of Lahore.You
won't believe it, they were waiting for me, they had seen
my picture in the Pakistanese newspapers !!! (to my Indian
friends : "the Pakistanis are not that bad, they are quite
nice people actually"). I have been a bit sick those last
days (food poisonning) but I have survived... The bike is
still doing well, it will now take me to the South. Ciao,
Yannick. "
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The people were very nice, all
impressed by his trip. In fact, he has only seen men during his
10 days trip in Pakistan. Where were the pakistanese women? Nobody
knows ... the Pakistan government had perhaps warned them against
the danger of a french lover crossing the country on a motorcycle...
Queta
(19/05/99)
"Asalam u alikum, I have survived the Balutchistan mountains!
My Bullet and myself have suffered a lot on the dirt tracks, I
even fell once (please do not translate that to my mum). Even
though it was really tough, I enjoyed it a lot since it is such
a beautiful area and the people are really really warm and nice
(despite the kalachnikov they often carry along). If Eastern Pakistan
was quite similar to India, the West side of the Indus is a completely
different world. Actually, it looks more like Afghanistan with
its mountains and its proud bearded men. Tommorow, I am starting
the toughest part of my all journey : the Balutchistan desert.
It will be 1500 kms of heat, dust & sand. Pray for me my friends...
Inch Allah Yannick."
Baloutchistan
desert
1500 km of desert, the toughest
part of the journey. It really was! At 50 km from the iranian
border, Yannick faced a desert storm!
A incredible fight against the
wind (the bike was tilted at 15 degrees), it was not possible
to go back, the nearest village was at 70 km.
So he had to continue straight
ahead without any vision of the road (hopefully, it was completely
straight...), the head against the handle!
After one hour of fight, at 30
km from the border, the bike suddently stopped! The air filter
was full of sand... The bike could not stay on the stand because
of the wind... so Yannick had to seat against it and wait for
the "mother nature" to calm down. Completely exhausted,
alone in the middle of the desert, he felt asleep...
After 3 hours, the noise of car
waked him up. A Volkswagen van was there! It was couple of french
(from Provence) coming back from Nepal!!!!!!! They used the van
to protect the bike from the wind in order to clean the air filter.
When Yannick arrived at the Iranian
border (with sand everywhere, even in the nose), the pakistanese
guards offered him a nice tea and a delicious meal...
Ready to cross the border and ride
to Zahedan in Iran to spend a restufl night...
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