Well folks we made it through the mountains of Eastern Turkey which were pretty Wild West at times, with some children throwing stones and strong cay/tea drinking. The landscape was suitably Indiana Jones with winding canyon valleys like those arcade games where you have to get Luke Skywalker to the next level. After a tense border at the Sero crossing in the midday sun, maggoty toilets and some grumpy frontier villages we discovered the vast plain of desert Iran dropping down before us. We have gone from Orumiyeh to Tabriz and our experiences so far have been of a quieter, gentler nature both in the people and their tea, which seems to be less strong on the whole. The people have been very kind and helpful and we are regularly offered advice and help even when we don’t ask for it.
After crossing another salt lake we found ourselves on a long staight desert road on perfectly flat bike friendly tarmac. Cruise control kicked in and we managed 145km in one day. Arriving in Tabriz at dusk was exhilerating to say the least as Iranian traffic rules don’t seem to exist, you find a space and then you go for it. Adrenaline fuelled us to our hotel.
We have spent the day today being shown round by a friendly Iranian guy we met on the street. Who took the afternoon off just to show us the sites.
Tomorrow we head towards Zanjan on our way south. Jen is coping cycling in her new look, the temperatures being more tolerable at this time of year. Jet probably needs a haircut but loves his curls too much. He has been offered some snips by local barbers on more than one occassion…
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