Road trip from Islamabad to UK

The battered exercise book.

I must have acquired my love for travel from my father who sadly passed away in February 2017 after a long and colourful life.

I was browsing through some of my Dad’s papers after the funeral and came across a battered exercise book which contained a log of a road trip he took in 1971 together with my Mum and sister. (I was in boarding school at the time.)

The journey was from Islamabad in Pakistan, where Dad had been working, back to UK, a distance of 10,567 km according to his odometer readings.

The trip lasted 34 days and took them through Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, Turkey, Greece, Yugoslavia (as it was then), Italy, France and England.

My sister, who was 18 at the time, shared in the driving, even though she had only been home-taught by Dad in Pakistan and had no driving license.

Their vehicle by the way was not a hardy Land Rover but a humble 1966 model Vauxhall Viva SL, a regular saloon in the days when cars (particularly British-made cars) were not as reliable as they are today.

Unfortunately, the log is only a record of dates, distances and out-of-pocket expenses (so he could claim them back) and not a detailed diary but thanks to the log, my sister’s recollections and the many postcards they sent me en route I am able to reconstruct many of the details.

Here are some of the highlights.

Oct 24, 1971

Islamabad, Pakistan.

Islamabad, the Pakistani capital, is a modern planned city and was still under construction in 1971.

It adjoins the ancient city of Rawalpindi, or “Pindi”, where this photo of the Intercontinental Hotel was taken.

This hotel used to lay on an excellent curry buffet and was where I first encountered lime pickle, a delicacy which I still don’t like after five decades of curry eating.

Dean’s Hotel, Peshawar.

Dean’s Hotel was the leading hotel in Peshawar and, over the years, welcomed notable guests such as Rudyard Kipling, Winston Churchill and President Jinnah.

It was situated in the green and leafy cantonment area of this North West Frontier city, but it has since been demolished, along with many other historic buildings.

I see from the log that my Dad stayed at Jan’s Hotel which was somewhat downmarket from Dean’s. In his postcard he noted that it was cold – “overcoat weather at night”.

From Peshawar to Afghanistan.

Oct 25, 1971

The next day, they left Peshawar and crossed the Khyber Pass at Landi Kotal to Afghanistan, then reaching the Dakka tollgate with fine mountain views overlooking the Kabul River and on to Jalabad before arriving in the Afghan capital Kabul where they stayed at the Kabul Hotel.

In those days, the Kabul Hotel was a Soviet-style building with a bleak dining room serving fried sheep’s testicles as a speciality.

This hotel does not appear to have survived the subsequent decades of war.

Oct 27, 1971

The Manzel Bagh Hotel, Kandahar.

Two days later, they drove to Kandahar and stayed at the Manzel Bagh Hotel, which was once a grand palace but no longer seems to be a hotel, if it is still standing.

My sister noted that they couldn’t find a postcard from Kandahar.

The Great Mosque Of Herat.

Oct 28, 1971

The great mosque of Herat postcard, written by my sister said: “Seen lots of desert and camels but not many people. On the way up Mum got kicked by a donkey because she was standing behind it and stroked it. It was quite amusing really!” Mum didn’t think so.

Postcard of Astane Ghod Museum, Iran.

Oct 29, 1971

Arrived at Bakhtar Hotel, Meshed (Mashad) the second biggest city in Iran. The postcard above is of the Astane Ghods Museum.

Mashad has an extreme climate with scorching summer temperatures but averages 20 snowy days in the winter.

Oct 30, 1971

Arrived in Bojnurd near Iran’s border with Turkmenistan. Their accommodation, Izadi Hotel, was one of the worst places they stayed on their trip.

Didn’t get a postcard. The town does not seem to have improved. TripAdvisor only lists one B&B, rated as very poor!

Oct 31, 1971

Arrived at Sari Hotel, Sari, near the banks of the Caspian. Another crumby hotel. Wikipedia notes that a clock tower is the main point of interest.

Travellers Tip: As a rule of thumb, avoid places where the sole attraction is a clock tower.

Nov 1 and 2, 1971

Stayed at the Teheran Palace Hotel. The above postcard is of Fowzieh Square, named after a beautiful Egyptian princess who was, somewhat reluctantly, married off into the Shah of Iran’s family.

Following the Iranian revolution, the square was renamed Imam Hossein roundabout.

My Mum seemed impressed with Teheran. She wrote: “Signs of civilisation seen – Leyland double decker buses, real shops, in fact reminds me of London’s Oxford Street.”

Nov 3, 1971

Arrived in Qazvin, famous for calligraphy, baklava, carpets, historical mosques and athletics. No postcard though.

Nov 4, 1971

Arrived in Tabriz, another Persian carpet centre and quite a pretty looking town. The postcard is of the Shah Kuli Tabriz.

Nov 5, 1971

Stayed at the Maku Inn at Maku close to the border crossing into Turkey. Amazingly it still exists and is the Number 1 B&B in Maku (out of one). No postcard.

Erzurum, Turkey.

Nov 6, 1971

Reached Turkey and stayed in Erzurum at the Polat Otel. Eastern Turkey was the only place where they encountered any hostility on their journey with local kids throwing stones at the car.

Ordu, Turkey.

Nov 7, 1971

Arrived in Ordu after a journey over some rough roads from Erzurum via Trabzon.

Dad wrote: “The Black Sea coast is pretty and quite civilised after the wilds of Eastern Turkey.”

Stayed at the Galestan Hotel. It appears to have gone out of business which is not surprising – the leg broke on Dad’s bed as soon as he got in it.

Samsun, Turkey.

Nov 8, 1971

Arrived in Samsun, also on the Black Sea coast. This town was mentioned in Homer’s Illiad so it is appropriate that my parents should have visited it on their own Odyssey.

Nov 9-11, 1971

Reached Ankara, the Turkish capital and stayed at the Hotel Bulvar Palas which still exists and is rated 4 stars.

Mum wrote that Ankara looked very modern but was expensive. They stayed in Ankara longer than planned after the car developed a fault.

The postcard is a picture of Mount Ararat, thought by many to have been the place where Noah’s Ark ran aground after the flood.

Nov 12, 1971

Arrived in Istanbul and stayed at the Pera Palace which nowadays is owned by Dubai’s Jumeirah Group and is very upmarket.

My sister remembers lots of ancient plumbing in the bathroom. I mentioned this hotel in an earlier blog post.

Nov 13-23, 1971

The remainder of the journey was through Europe which I’ll skip over since this is familiar territory for most readers, but here are the remaining postcards I received.

Kavala, Greece.
Mestre, Venice.
Venezia.
Torino, the main drag.
La Cote d’Azur – Villefranche-Sur-Mer. Vue sur les quais, la Forteresse et la Darse.
Avallon, France.

Their last entry in the log, on arrival back in England was “Dartford Tunnel Toll – 12.5p”. (The toll is now £2.50, twenty times higher).

Dad’s trip was quite an adventure which would be tricky and dangerous to undertake in this day and age.

Perhaps Jeremy Clarkson and his former Top Gear buddies would like to try to replicate the journey.

Of course, to be authentic, they would have to do it in a 1966 Vauxhall Viva.

Vauxhall Viva similar to Mum and Dad’s.

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