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Day 268 – Welcome to Iran

Sunrise equals breakfast time :)

Sunrise equals breakfast time 🙂

All of the reports on Horizons Unlimited are full of descriptions about the shipping to Bandar Abbas and they all had their story to tell about the Iranian bureaucracy. Flo was dreading it and we had scheduled for a whole day in the port just trying to get Rocinante out of customs. If possible, we would hire a fixer to help with the paper work.

For now, when the lights came on on board of the ferry, there wasn’t even land in sight. Half an hour later, breakfast was served at which point I went back to reading…nothing would happen for a while. Land came in sight, we docked and yet still, we were sitting around on deck waiting for anything to happen.

Close to the port now

Close to the port now

Finally, Jan and Flo rode the bikes out of the ferry to the immigration terminal. There, the only English-speaking officer of the port welcomed us and helped us through the dealings to get the passports stamped. It involved a bit of paperwork already, including giving a rough itinerary and a section about your thoughts on Iran. Maybe half an hour later, we had our passports back and could start with the process of the temporary import of the bikes. Well, almost. Flo had left the carnet with the bike and while it was just outside the glass wall, we were locked into the building. It took an officer to unlock a door for him to quickly grab the carnet.

With our passports in hand, we left the immigration building and were immediately brought in contact with a fixer who spoke nearly no English. Not wanting to negotiate a price AFTER he had rendered his services, we negotiated now and got an amazingly great offer of US$15 per vehicle. That was even cheap enough for Jan so we went through the process together.

First picture after all the paperwork was done

First picture after all the paperwork was done

Or rather through the waiting time. While our fixer knew almost no English, he definitely knew the process of importing bikes well. Thus he walked around, made copies of the carnets and passports, collected stamps in multitudes and got us through. Mostly, it involved him walking to the next building, us sitting down in the waiting area and then moving on to the next building once he said so. In the meantime, the paperwork in his hands took on epic proportions (about three trees had to die for it, would be my guess) and it became clear that we would have had no chance getting through it ourselves. Plus, the customs office would close at 3 pm before which we really wanted to be done.

At 2 pm, everything was done. We were good to go…once we had paid. Our fixer had two other people working for him as well at this point. One of them showed us the break-down of the costs: US$70 for fees, copies and legal things that they had paid for us already and then another US$70 for their services. Well, we had negotiated a price of US$15. Once we wrote it down to make absolutely clear what we meant, horror dawned on our fixer’s face. He clearly thought we had agreed on US$50 per vehicle. Also, the others didn’t seem too happy about the pre-arranged price. In the end, Flo paid US$70 for the legal stuff and US$30 for their services while Jan stuck to the original price. In the end, he paid US$19 for their services.

Jan talking to the locals in search of a currency exchange

Jan talking to the locals in search of a currency exchange

DONE! Good to go! I should have mentioned earlier that it was incredibly hot, most likely 40 degrees. Now, back in all our motorcycle gear, we were cooked. Jan only had dirhams with him so we had paid his fees in US dollars in the port. Thus, we were looking for a bank now so he could exchange his money. Everything was closed though. Once Jan started to ask locals for help, they all said that it’s siesta and things would open up again later on. However, one of them led us to a currency exchange which was also closed but opened up just for us.

Having sorted the money, Flo and I now looked for a hotel. The same helpful local recommended a budget hotel for us which we checked out. It was slightly pricey for our budget but close to what the Lonely Planet described what the lowest price around. While we checked into Ghods Hotel, Jan used the wifi to check up on his couch surfing for the night. So we parted. Flo and I had a little nap in our room, sitting out the heat and waiting for the shops to open again.

So much choice! This is just one of two counters

So much choice! This is just one of two counters

At 6pm, we went out. The extremely helpful staff of the hotel sent us to “City Center” to buy a local SIM card. We got 5GB for a month now and it worked without an issue. From there, we just grabbed a bite to eat before I saw a confectionery shop which I HAD to check out. In the end, I left with a box filled with four different types of sweets…all of which I had to try immediately in the hotel room. 🙂

 

Day 28 – VicRoads

Some homework from our (very nice) base

Some homework from our (very nice) base

Nina got sick for real today, with a decent fever and joint and muscle pains. Oddly enough that made our enforced stay somewhat less annoying than before. Yes – we got one blip of news from the bike today: While the ship is already in Sydney again, the container with our bike has not been touched …

Which gave me enough time for some golden conversations: “Hi, I am temporarily importing my bike, what do I need to do to be legal on the road?” “You have to register your bike” “No, it is already registered, in Germany.” “So it is unregistered!” “I just want to ride here for a month and then leave your lovely Federation again …” “No, you can’t ride that bike” …

10 minutes later, after some back and forth with a supervisor …

“Oh, it seems to be possible as you say, but I am not trained to do this. I will connect you with a senior administrator” “thank you!”

In the end, and lacking an Australian fax number, I had to take another 1 hr tram ride to go to a physical office of VicRoad. At least it took the 4 people who got pulled in over there only about 20 minutes to sort me out. I am now proud owner of a TAC 85 mandatory accident compensation certificate that covers 3rd party injury or personal harm in all of Australia, for mere $157 AUD. Or so I have been told. I will hope that this will not be tested. In the end, I guess only a judge or lawyer could determine if I am actually legal on the road outside of the state of Victoria.

At least we have a very nice and welcoming AirBnB host where we can extend our stay as required. We will probably have to stay until Thursday, with Nina ill and the bike still held in captivity.

Day 23 – Yellow paper, stamp

View to town, not far out

View to town, not far out

The Melbourne winter weather is a lot like German autum … grey, rainy and a bit depressing. We wanted to at least get out a little bit before the rain settles in fully, so we explored St. Kilda a little bit.

I like the very particular mix of this neighborhood: The weathered glory from a 100 years ago, forgotten for a while and now half way through gentrification, with hipsters, hookers and the homeless side by side. We got best feel of the new and coming on the main streets, Acland and Fitzroy St. and the flair of a bygone era down at the waterfront, completed by the the 1911 Lunar Park and the kiosk on the pier.

Photo by Adam.J.W.C. - CC-BY-SA

Photo by Adam.J.W.C. – CC-BY-SA

So we had breakfast at a cake shop in Acland St., a stroll around the suburb and were back at headquarters in time for lunch.

The afternoon was fully dedicated to paperwork for me. Find out what to do, where to go and what to bring. Temporary self managed importation seems to be something no one really knows how to deal with, but I got an address and a promise of help. Brief spoiler: I ended up needing only half the documents I was told to bring, but better than the other way around.

The customs house is out back at the airport, about 1 hr from headquarter with the expensive express buss and 1.5 with normal lines. But first I had to stop in town to find a place to print the bill of landing send to me earlier that day. I lost about 45 minutes until I found out that “copy shops” are professional printers for businesses and what I needed was an internet cafe. That at least gave me a reason to take the express bus.

 

 

The customs proceeding were then relatively painless, except for a small hickup where the local shipping handler did not post the data correctly in the electronic systems (2 calls and a 10 minute wait to fix). It should speak for itself how uncommon a private foreigner is in the customs halls that they even forgot to charge me for any of it. I got my stamp in the carnet, I won’t complain.

All that is missing now for the bike to be released to me is the biosecurity inspection. I am not worried about the success, but I want to make sure this happens as soon as possible. Just to give you a small idea of the complexities involved (and this is just a western port): I payed MCL to put the bike in a box and Mondiale to ship it, who payed AGS World transport to deal with the destination side who pay Patrick for the physical handling of the crate who I now have to broker with for a Ministry of Agriculture inspector to come in at the right place and time to check the bike … and all I have done so far is pay everyone.

I made it back (yes, express bus again) just in time with Tim, who has finished pretty much the same trip as we are planning last year. It is always good to meet fellow travelers.

 

Do we need an agent?

Helping with the Paperwork

by Sidereal (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

The one thing I loathe (as you might imagine) is the paperwork. Especially the immigration stuff makes your head spin. But as it is on our lovely little world, with the right amount of money – there is always a solution for you! In this case, help comes in the form of immigration agents. We’ve been in contact with two of such kind and I must confess: they were most helpful.

Still, we are not sure. Continue reading

different realities

The Rant

International driver's license

my international driver’s license

Today I went to pick up my international and my new EU driver’s license. There are several things about this experience that made me think. I mean, it all went rather smooth, but still. Most state epmloyees I’ve encountered are so caught up in their day to day stuff, that the very seldomly stop to think. That makes them rather hard to reason with.

So I went in with the notifiation and my old german driver’s license. This was my first mistake. I didn’t know what would happen with the old license – I should have checked beforhand. Instead, I asked the lady behind the counter wheather or not I might keep it. She asked my why I would want to keep it. There was my second mistake – I answerd honestly. To put it in a second wallet to give away to thieves and less-than-honest officals.

“Why would you do that?” – “Well, you know: There are border officials who might keep your stuff to put you in tight spot …”

“Why would they do that?” – “Ehh .. they might earn 100 € a month, if they are payed at all – the are looking for a bribe”

“But that is illegal!”  Continue reading