Barrenness of the Afghan Desert near Farah |
Wed 11 March KANDAHAR – HERAT 568kms
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Near disaster on the road to Herat |
There was near disaster in the desert when the coach we were running tandem with, blew a tyre and left the road. Fortunately the vehicle stayed upright, but it took 2½hours to repair the damage and get the vehicle back on the road.
Afghan tribesmen near Farah |
While the tyre was being fixed, a number of local tribesmen came around and indicated they would like the wrecked tyre. Looking at their feet we soon saw why. They would covert the tyre rubber into basic sandals similar to those they were already wearing. It was speculated that they may have placed something on the roadway to cause the tyre to blow, but there was no evidence that this happened. They were given the remains of the tyre.
We continued on to Farah for a very late lunch at the Farahrod Hotel. This hotel was built by the Russians and is modern by 1960s standards, except nobody stays there. The restaurant was well-stocked with modern appliances, but, we were in for a surprise. We were led through the hotel to a dirty old shed out the back, where all they could offer were omelettes cooked over a primus stove! The rest of the drive to Herat was after dusk, arriving at about 8.30pm. The Herat Hotel where we are staying is also a modern hotel built by the Russians but has no hot water. The Hotel could only provide food for 20 people, so most of the group went into the city to eat.
Thu 12 March HERAT
Herat is the third largest
city in Afghanistan and like the other cities we have visited, has a long and turbulent
history. The city had a long connection with
the early Iranian Empires, being mentioned in the Avesta, the
Zoroastrian holy book and the 4th century BC Greek historian,
Herodotus, described the Herat region (the
satrapy of Aria) as the bread basket of
Central Asia. In the 7th
century AD Herat was conquered by Arab
armies and Islam was introduced and in 14th, after the conquest of Tamerlane,
Herat became an important intellectual and artistic centre in the Islamic
World. In the mid-18th century the city became part of Afghanistan
under the Durranis, and during the ‘Great Game’, in 1856, the Anglo-Persian War
was fought by the British to halt an attempt by Persia to
The Masjid-i Jami, or Great Mosque in Herat |
The Minars of the Mussala Mausoleum near Herat |
15th century tile work on the Mussala minars, Herat |
After dinner and a look
around the muddy streets of the city, we returned to the Herat Hotel where we
just about froze to death. No heating or hot water and no electricity until 6.30.
In contrast to yesterday,
today dawned fine but cold. We had another free day in Herat. In the morning I walked
with several companions into Herat and after a lunch of chicken kebabs
(25 afghanis) we trudged around the muddy streets, now drying out after the
recent rain, looking at karakul coats and
other local crafts. We have been warned that as we would be crossing the border
into Iran the next day, drugs and firearms in particular, are frowned upon by
SAVAK, the Shah’s secret police.
The view from the Herat Hotel, on the edge of the city |
It was during the afternoon that occurred an interesting episode, which I have often thought about in recent years. This was an incident with a pistol, a little Spanish-made Astra automatic. Leigh, one of my American travelling companions, had purchased this weapon when he had travelled by motorbike through Central America a few years earlier. He could conceal it neatly in his toilet bag. In view of our warning about SAVAK ,Leigh decided he would sell his automatic pistol and would, perhaps, buy a wolf-skin coat. In a small gun shop in Herat, Leigh asked the owner if he had an Astra automatic pistol. Yes, said the little Afghan, and scurried away to the back recesses of the shop, returning a few seconds later with an identical weapon to the one Leigh had. Leigh looked closely at it, looked up and said “This made in Afghanistan” “No, no” said the little Afghan, “this made in Spain – see here is the mark!’
Guernica-made Astra automatic, similar to the one Leigh was selling |
text & photographs ©Neil Rawlins |
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