The beach at Bandar AbbasDave was up early to hit the shipping office to try and figure out where we stood with the ferry to UAE. It turned out that this terribly unorganized shipping agency didn’t even have a proper schedule for it’s sailings and they said that the next sailing wouldn’t be for another two days.
So, stuck in this port town with little or nothing to see or do, we got stuck into a few books and even managed to find probably the world’s worst internet connection. Dave, Rhys and Fintan wandered down one evening through the street markets filled with smuggled goods of all descriptions ranging from fake cigarettes to Persian rugs. Usually hassled in these situations, the complete lack of western tourists in this region led to a more confused look from vendors rather than the usual attempt to rip us off. We were also struck by the number of women covered head to toe in black burqas and their astonishing ability to survive dressed like this in temperatures over 30 degrees.
So, stuck in this port town with little or nothing to see or do, we got stuck into a few books and even managed to find probably the world’s worst internet connection. Dave, Rhys and Fintan wandered down one evening through the street markets filled with smuggled goods of all descriptions ranging from fake cigarettes to Persian rugs. Usually hassled in these situations, the complete lack of western tourists in this region led to a more confused look from vendors rather than the usual attempt to rip us off. We were also struck by the number of women covered head to toe in black burqas and their astonishing ability to survive dressed like this in temperatures over 30 degrees.
Woman dons a Burqa in Bandar Abbas
We also walked out to the pier and got chatting to an interesting Iraqi man who was fishing off the rocks. This trip to town was probably the highlight of a fairly uneventful 2 days in Bandar Abbas.
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