We left Balkanasbad, enjoying the magnificent rock mountains that border the city. It only took us a few minutes to get lost. We eventually found the main highway toward Ashgabat. Ferrel camels grazed in numbers along side the road.
Pipeline and oilfields were scattered as far as the eye could see. The desert scrub and sand seemed endless and had an unique beauty. There were often stretches of purely flat parched earth. The road was another rock and roll journey as we were tossed back and forth. Fine times from our guest DJs helped to pass the time.
After lunch we reached the Koppe Dag mountains to our south and the Central Karakum Plateau to our north. We were nor paralleling the Iran border once again. This time only ten to twenty miles away.
Massive cultivated wheat fields lined both sides of the road. At one point we crossed over the Trans-Caspian Railway. We reached our desert wild camp a few Kms from the National Park and set up camp.
And...then the finally the finale to the day...Dave and Frenchy are cooking goat curry AND camel liver, heart, and kidney kabobs on the barbi...ah shit, I promised I'd eat whatever they cooked!
Oh, AND, our guide informed us during dinner that we are camping within a mile or so of the Iranian border. Nighty-night!
Oh,oh,oh...and we had homemade grappa left over from Georgia, so-o-o, OMG, Dave and Diane, where are you when I need a friend to help me so NO!! Hangover city here we come and...we are in the middle of bump my toe Turkmenistan. God help us.
PS: Ok, actually ate the icky stuff...not bad, won't do the kidney again!
Ha-ha...this is Overlanding!
PSS: It's a full moon tonight. So all of this "faldurau" is Alex's fault!
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