Diary: Detective Passions in Iran

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"I CHANGE THE FLAG EVERY I ENTER A NEW COUNTRY…"

Entry 14. Detective Passions

In Iran, I have one concern: my own safety and the technicality of the bike. The former seems to be all right… But as for the bike, I am worried that it may not make it to the UAE. The problem is that there is no service for such motorcycles as mine here. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to get my electronics and brakes fixed in Kuwait?

As I said, the country is practically semi-closed. Satellite television is forbidden, Internet access is limited, and it is difficult to find it. Cell phone service is also a problem. The owners of the hotel where I was staying proudly hung the flag of Kazakhstan at the entrance (I wonder where they got it?) and pointed at me to all the guests: here is who lives there!

At the same time, prices are not cheap at all: for a day about 50 dollars, and this is almost on the outskirts of the city …

I didn't want to talk about it, but I guess I should. So, in the afternoon, some guy calls me in my room and says in broken Russian that he wants to meet me. No problem, I said, please! And no sooner had I thought about this call than there was a knock on the door and two huge uncles came in. It turns out that both of them are from Pakistan, only one speaks Russian, the other does not. After a long introduction, how they respect our country, that they are serious businessmen and have been supplying fruit to us in Kazakhstan (Atyrau and Aktau) for many years, they moved on to a specific question. It turns out that they were clients of one of Kazakhstan's banks and, after the bank collapsed, lost a huge amount of money in their accounts. I asked them what I had to do with it. They openly declare that I must help them in every possible way to return this money, only after that I will be able to leave Tehran without hindrance. Yes, what a detective!

These Pakistanis dialed a phone number in Kazakhstan, gave me the receiver and told me to explain the situation to whoever was on the other end of the line. In general, for an hour, wherever they called, they did not pick up the phone. Maybe I can understand them, but I'm not scheduled to be responsible for someone else's sins! Most likely, they came upon me by chance, saw the flag of Kazakhstan near the hotel, and decided to see what would happen.

I didn't give any indication that I was starting to get turned on (huge

I wanted to get them out of the room), but calmly wished them to solve their problems peacefully and legally. They left as quickly as they had appeared here, promising to come back (I wonder how they got into a hotel where everything is so strict?). I left the hotel at 3am at my own risk, away from trouble. I really don't want to be a hostage

I had such a "fun" Tehran…. And then the road will take me towards Kuwait. But how will I get there – through Iraq by land or by ferry across the Persian Gulf? There is information that cargo ships from Iran do not go to Kuwait. Well, I'll figure it out there, but for now I'm off – it's a thousand kilometers to the border.

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