On the Way to Hell
With even less visitors than North Korea Turkmenistan is one of the most mysterious and unexplored countries in Central Asia. Known for its gas wealth and the bizarre dictatorship of the previous leader Saparmyrat Niyazov most of the people are still extremely poor. For us Turkmenistan was by far the craziest country to visit. Getting a visa for Turkmenistan is a real challenge. About 50 percent of applicants are denied without reason. After four weeks of excited waiting we felt like winning the lottery when we got our passports back with a 5-day-Transit-Visa inside.
Enjoying the last taste of Iran
Together with Emmanuel, another motorbiker from France, we started from Mashhad towards the Turkmen border.
New day, new adventure. Meeting Emmanuel early in the morning
Together the three of us rode the last 200 kilometers towards Bajgiran, the border point, on perfect road conditions. We had fun riding curve after curve uphill. The temperature dropped to comfortable 25 °C.
Being the only ones on perfect road conditions
The exit on the Iranian side was easy. Everyone was friendly and helpful. As the gate closed loudly behind us we were unsure of the procedure that lay ahead of us.
A bureaucratic nightmare
Inside the first building the three of us had to show our passports and give some fingerprints. They wanted to know our exact route and travel plans. We were obliged to strictly follow this route without leaving the main road.
Exact route we had to take
The entry procedure took three and a half hours where we had to go from office to office. All in all we paid about 80 Dollars in one of the most corrupt countries in the world. Particularly worth mentioning was the doctor who took Peter`s glasses and told him: “You can`t drive like this. If you give me money, I can let you go”.
After opening all our panniers and bags we were allowed to go with the limitation of no stopping in the first 30 kilometers.
Aşgabat – the white marble city
After the 1948 earthquake, Aşgabat was rebuilt in a pompous style to show the world about the glories and accomplishments of the Turkmen. The outcome looked like a set of a science-fiction film. Lonely Planet describes is accurately as a mixture between Las Vegas and Pyongyang. Beside a few white cars with mirrored glasses we saw no one on the streets.
Empty streets in Aşgabat
Riding around the city in the heat of about 43°C we stopped at a huge shopping mall to cool down and find an affordable place to stay.
Even the fruits in the bar were perfectly aligned
The pompous interior of the mall also looked like a royal palace. Everything was white with golden ornaments.
Interior of the huge shopping mall in Aşgabat
We spent some time in the huge supermarket to fill up our cookie supplies.
Typical dresses women wear in Turkmenistan
On the exit we were surprised to see that a man was already awaiting us. “You are the guy from the customs, nice to see you again”, Emmanuel greeted him friendly. He opened his mouth where we could see his golden teeth and answered in a not so friendly way that we owe him 100 Dollars: “Give it to me immediately or you get in serious trouble”. Before we could even begin to feel intimidated Emmanuel answered him straight away that we wouldn`t give him any money at all and started to go away. Still feeling shocked we followed him asking ourselves how the guy from the border had found us.
Sightseeing in Aşgabat
Staying in Aşgabat is unbelievably expensive for foreigners. Visitors are only allowed to sleep in special hotels with prices starting at about 100 Dollars per night. We were lucky to meet a German couple in the shopping mall that worked in the embassy in Aşgabat who told us a “cheap” hotel where we paid “only” about 100 Dollar per night for the double room (Info-Box).
The 100 Dollar hotel room looked quite ordinary to us
In the evening we found a nice place to eat near the hotel where we happily drank our first beer since entering Iran. Claudia also enjoyed the freedom of not having to cover her hair in public anymore. Coming from Iran Turkmenistan, of the most restrictive countries in the world, nearly felt
like freedom to us.
Celebrating our successful entry to one of the most restrictive countries in the world with a cold beer
Aşgabat at night was even stranger than during daytime because many buildings are illuminated in different colours while nobody except people cleaning the streets and policemen watching them were to be seen. The famous Wedding Palace was changing colors from green to gold to red. The eleven-story building has six rooms for registration of marriage, seven banquet rooms, 36 shops, two cafes and a hotel.
Wedding Palace at night
One of many similar statues in Aşgabat
On the next morning we wanted to visit the famous Gypjak Mosque, the largest mosque of Central Asia. From afar we could see the golden dome and the four minarets rise into the sky.
Turkmenbashy Ruhy Mosque from afar
We didn`t have to look long for a parking spot because there was a huge underground parking garage that was completely empty.
Private and perfectly well tempered parking spot at Turkmenbashy Mosque
Around the mosque there are numerous fountains with crystal clear water glittering in the sun making it look like an oasis in the desert. Stepping inside felt like heaven when the temperature dropped from over 40 °C to about 25 °C. Standing on the soft hand-made carpet we admired the
huge praying hall with white marble columns and a richly painted celestial blue dome.
Inside the largest mosque of Central Asia
Through the desert to the door to hell
Leaving Aşgabat behind the scenery soon changed to the endless landscapes of the Karakum desert. The road passed through dry fields that soon after changed to sand.
Some camels on the side of the road
While stopping at a gas station we saw another small motorbike. The driver was on the phone facing away so we couldn`t see his face. Thinking nothing of it we went on and stopped at a small shop next to the road to buy some cold coke when we saw the same bike standing a few meters next to us just
waiting. Sure that we were being followed we went on but stopped after the road got downhill when the biker suddenly reappeared. He stopped looking surprised at us. He was wearing a military jacket but his face was covered.
Having caught our follower
Soon we reached the last part to the gas crater. Leaving the main road we had to ride through the sand for the last 7 kilometers. The sun was going down slowly as we tried to move the heavy bike through the deep sand.
Sandy passages made it difficult to ride our heavy bike
Emmanuel with his light Husqvarna was riding in front of us having fun while we tried our best to keep on going. Always accelerate, don`t go slow! Peter did as he was told and went a few meters before the heavy bike turned to the left and fell on the side.
Accelerating isn`t always the best option
The three of us managed to lift the heavy bike up again. Meanwhile the sun was slowly going down in fantastic orange colors.
Between falling down and lifting the bike up again we just had to admire the beautiful sunset in the desert Karakum
The road didn`t get better. It just partet to many different sandy paths. As the bike fell down again on the last kilometers, we saw a cloud of dust in the distance. It was a small bike moving in our direction.
Seeing someone coming our way
At first we thought that it would be our follower. Maybe he would help us. But it turned out to be a friendly local who stopped his bike and helped us immediately.
Suddenly there was someone helping us
On the already dark road a car with a local tourist group on the way to the gas crater appeared and stopped at our sight. Deciding that Peter would be better off riding the bike alone, Claudia got into the car and joined the group for the last kilometers. The atmosphere in the car was great. Everyone was having a good time. Seeing the gas crater for the first time was truly impressive.
Seeing the gas crater for the first time
Soon Emmanuel, Peter and the local also reached the so-called Door to Hell. We all were really excited that we finally made it.
Happy to have reached the “Door to Hell” after a tough ride
Near the burning hole there was a yurt where we celebrated our success. For a while we just sat there and looked at the since more than 40 years continuously burning flames.
Feeling happy at the sight of the famous gas crater
Later in the night we met a group of locals at the gas crater. Standing a few meters next to it was already quite warm so we were surprised to hear that one guy of them planned to climb into the hole on the next day. Let`s see, we thought and went to sleep in our sleeping bags outside the yurt dreaming of the burning flames.
Having fun with locals at the crater
The next day didn`t start well because Emmanuel found out that some of his money was missing. When he asked the people from the yurt, they suddenly didn`t understand the English language anymore. We learned for the future to lock away our money securely even if we just go away for a
short time.
Stepping into the flames
In the distance we could already see people standing around the burning crater. When we arrived we saw the group from the day before really preparing for climbing down into the flames without any kind of professional equipment.
Preparing for climbing down into the crater
After they had secured the rope on their car the man started going down into the heat. As he was descending further he was standing amidst the flames. The heat had to be unbearable and as soon as he was fully down the others started pulling him up again.
Reaching the ground of the crater
The three of us watched fascinated as he came up again looking exhausted and in pain. The others immediately put some spray on his hands that should help against the burns.
Wound treatment after climbing down into the flames
We learned that for Turkmen citizen there are not many options for travelling or exploring different countries. In their free time they love to do some crazy things in their own country.
Riding in the desert again
The way back to the main road was much easier because Claudia was sitting in the back of the small local`s bike and Peter was riding behind them. Going behind a local in this area is the best idea because they know exactly which route to take.
Going back to the main road was much easier
We managed to reach the main road without falling and continued our way through the country. We were riding for hours on the completely straight road. It was getting hotter every minute but there was just sand on both sides of the road. Sitting in the shade of our motorcycle next to our hot engine was still better than the heat of the sun.
Looking for some shade
After hours of riding we finally reached a gas station. The three of us went inside and found a cool room with mattresses. After having some food we fell asleep immediately.
Relaxing in the cool room of the gas station in the middle of the Karakum desert
When applying for the visa we had to tell the exact route we planned to take. Emmanuel had to exit in Kunya-Urgench whereas our exit point was Daşoguz. At that place we had to say goodbye to Emmanuel. It was great riding with him.
We spent the last night in Turkmenistan in Daşoguz where we met Didier Martin, another motorbiker from France, who just came back from riding in Afghanistan. We listened attentively to his stories. He also rode his bike twice through Africa and had already travelled most parts of the world.
Exchanging interesting stories with Didier Martin
The next morning at breakfast we were the only ones sitting there except for a local guy sitting a few tables away. He kept looking at us strangely and we had again that feeling of being watched. On our way to the border we also noticed the same car following us around everywhere we went. The border crossing to Uzbekistan was quicker than expected. Although riding in Turkmenistan was an amazing experience, we didn`t like the feeling of being watched all the time. It would have been interesting to find out more about the country and spend more time with locals.
Duration of stay
11 Jul 2018 – 14 Jul 2018
Borders
entered from Iran
exited to Uzbekistan
Visa
one of the most difficult visas to get; many people were just refused without reason. We applied in Vienna, but we know of others who got it in Teheran. For a transit visa we had to show the visa of the
neighboring countries (Iran and Uzbekistan). After four weeks of waiting we got a 5-day-transit visa
Weather
Extremely hot, up to 50 °C while riding in the desert
Best experience
Seeing the amazing gas crater was worth every effort
Worst experience
Being followed around all the time
Interesting fact
Money exchange rate is five times higher on the black market than in official exchange offices
Travel tip
When travelling from Iran it`s good to exchange all the money on the Iranian side of the border. They
offered us good exchange rates. Be careful on the black market in Turkmenistan: Police is
everywhere
Places where we stayed
Ak Altyn Hotel Aşgabat: We paid about 100 Dollar for one night for two people in a double room.
Internet was extra for 2 Dollars, but as everything is blocked you really don`t need it.