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Into Iraq

The road curves left and right like a mountain stream, my driver drives like a madman, and I am glad I am not prone to motion sickness. The landscape makes me feel like I am on a little boat rocking in an ocean of heaving and sinking green slopes, shook about by the hills.The Kurdish landscape continues as beautifully as on the Turkish side, but the hills swing on a different rhythm here. They rise heavy with vegetation, build up like green, lush waves, and then abruptly tumble and crash in steep cascades of rock. When the landscape finally sinks down into a valley the last row of hills stands proud like pyramids.