After spending 11 months in Turkey by the Covid, they finally opened the borders and we were able to enter Iraq by Kurdistan Iraki, and although the same police officer told us that with that visa we could go through all Iraq, it was not true, Our goal was to cross the country and for that we would need another visa, we had to leave our bikes in Erbil, take a plane to fly to Bagdah and be able to get visas at the airport, a crazy solution, but it worked, then we would return in a taxi al Meeting our bikes, there to start the real adventure. Iraqi Kurdistan differs a lot from the rest of Arab Iraq, Kurdish is spoken here and do not teach Arabic in schools, only older people speak. It is a richer but also more expensive region, where wealth if you notice on the prices of things, gasoline is worth more than the rest of the country.
After going through the Kurdistan on the mountain roads, we entered the Arab Iraq and headed to Mosul. When you cross the River Tigris you see the desolate mosul in totally devastated ruins and you impress you to see people doing their daily life in small premises and on their roofs the building destroyed by pumps and bored by bullets, the rubbish Hanging of the miraculously standing buildings, and you do not stop thinking that you can come down at any time. And what even more surprises you is to see the smile on their faces, the children playing among the ruins as if nothing had happened. Here we met Safwan a motorcycle fan and as it could not be otherwise in Iraq, he owned a very popular Moto Gold Wing here, that, without enrollment as almost all the bikes that are in Iraq. He welcomed us at home and made a guide for the Ruins of Mosul. You are impressed to see how the city is. We were in the west part of the tigris where the Isis resisted until it fled to Syria, we walked over the debris knowing, that under us there are hundreds and hundreds of buried families, and they are still there without knowing if someday they took them out of debris. It is estimated that it will take more than 10 years to clean the city of all the explosives that are still left. We headed to Kirkur city, a few days later we would arrive in Bagdadh, a chaotic city with a traffic that is crazy, where each one goes where you want the traffic lights do not work, the asphalt Sunned by the weight of the trucks, in a city where the 50 degrees are easily out of summer and 40-centimeter furrows are formed, when your wheel goes into there is hard to leave.
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