"Still in Iran Bojnord about 200k from border crossing tomorrow into Turkmenistan place called Ashgabat cars overheating but ok now. ps. late start today as jim followed through as about to leave hotel"
You just can't take that man anywhere. "An Iranian delicacy is head of sheep soup. They love it but it’s as gooey as you might imagine it to be".
At a guess Mr P has sampled the head of sheep soup. However the sheep was presumably suffering from orf or to you and I pustular dermatitis, a particularly virulent condition that can be passed on to humans in the form of festering lesions on the hands. If it was a freshly slaughtered animal, killed in the Muslim tradition of halal, Jim may have become very fond of the beast before its demise and formed a personal attachment, understandable as it probably gets lonesome for a man out there. Now any nip or bite by the sheep would be enough for orf to be passed on. This would also lead to a loosening of the bowel which fits in with James' hapless symptoms a treat. Luckily Mr Bannan did have the foresight to pack a box of OMO which does work well on the stubborn stain.
Another text stated:
"Also paul the glutton bannan poked himself in the eye with cable tie and is unable to drive 4 a couple of days and his eyesight is not that good at the best of times"
These are trying times for our four trailblazers. With Paul visually impaired ,and Jim perched on a rubber ring and banned from touching anything in the car in case the orf spreads, It leaves Dai and Steve to plod on with the driving. Dai not the most confident of drivers and with a strange habit of driving with his extraordinary lengthy tongue protruding, and Steve whom has been cruelly depicted by some local Cornish folk as a "Jug Eared Brummie, the resident Iranians and Turkmen may be forgiven, on catching sight of the car, that Gerry Cottles' circus has trundled into town.
KEEP GOING LADS WE ARE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU.
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