My original travelling plan for Jim, was for me to take him to India. I had the romantic
notion of finishing the conversion, quiting my job, and then leaving
home, with just a starting point and a destination, leaving the route
and pace to be decided as I went. As time went on, and I started to
research the bureaucracy of overland travel, I realised that if I left
without any preparation I would get as far as Turkey before an
impenetrable wall of antiquated paperwork would halt forward progress.
For a start, one needs a Carnet de Passage
to be able to temporarily import a vehicle into Iran, Pakistan and
India; without this document these countries have no assurance that you
will not sell your vehicle once inside their country and avoid paying
import duty. Secondly, one needs a Visa for each of these countries too,
and each country en route has particular intricacies which make having a
valid visa complicated. For example there is no Indian embassy in
Pakistan, and so you have to apply for the visa in Iran. Also visas for
Pakistan can only be gotten in your home country, which would be fine,
except they are also only valid for six months, and so you
have to plan carefully to avoid getting to Pakistan and finding that
your visa has expired. A third complication is that in 2011, Iran all
but banned dog ownership, making it a tricky country to travel through
with a canine companion, even one as handsome as Boris!
Whilst I had not realised that
I would have all of these complication, they were not enough to dissuade
me from travelling this route. That changed recently, and my enthusiasm
for driving to India via Iran and Pakistan wained. I have been reading a
number of blogs of travellers who have transited Pakistan over the
last few years, and have watched as the experiences of those travellers
has gotten worse. The security restrictions, whilst previously restricted to
border areas, have spread inward, and the distance the police escorts
continue for has increased from a few hundred miles, to most of the way across the country. If you wish to drive through Pakistan now, you are pretty much escorted by police from one side of the country to the other; there is little scope for lengthy stopovers or sightseeing excursions. After rushing the 1,600 miles
through Iran to avoid any dog related dramas, the last thing I will want
is 1,000 miles of police escorts and sleeping in police compounds; I spent much of my youth avoiding them!