Woke early this morning to take some Photos of the Silk Road Hotel, had breakfast with a guy from Japan who is cycling the old Silk Road route he’s been at for 4 months (bugger that I’ll take the engine option). Paid the bill ($35) and rode off in to the city crap map again doing ok. On the road to Tabas mainly open desert with a high mountain rage in the distance on both
sides of the road. I am stopped a couple of time’s by the Police check the bike look at my passport etc. don’t know why they bother can’t understand each other. A message to all driver’s in Iran and their wonderful Police I know my head light is on I can’t turn it off it’s a BMW. In the distance I see what looks like a thick black line as I get closer it’s a rail way line with a huge train out with the camera couple of snaps and back on the bike. Some miles later I come across a road sign on idea what it says but it has a pic of a crashed helicopter so another photo stop, there are lots of people there climbing all over it and taking pics. I am now the attraction people all around me, offering snacks water etc. asking me about the bike, trip. Then a guy comes up to me speaks a bit of English and gets his wife to translate I meet the whole family and it turns out they are on their way back to Mashhad. So after lots of chat I get back on the road they catch up with me in their car pull me over to the side of the road again more gifts of snacks give me there phone number and tell me I must come and see them in Mashhad. They stop me again as we get closer to Tabas and insist I have lunch with them, how can I refuse we stop by the City’s large Mosque Kebab and rice all round lovely. I try to pay the bill but they are having none of it. Thank you Meysam and Mahtab. The people here are truly wonderful. We swap phone numbers and say good bye. It’s time to buy some food for my dinner as tonight I am wild camping. It always seems to cause a laugh when I walk into shops in my bike gear, Supplies brought. Back on the bike and I ride towards Mashhad to find a camp site. Not much about so I just ride off road and stop in the distance, in the middle of nowhere tent up brew on. Dinner is spicy sausage bread cheese and tomato soup.
sides of the road. I am stopped a couple of time’s by the Police check the bike look at my passport etc. don’t know why they bother can’t understand each other. A message to all driver’s in Iran and their wonderful Police I know my head light is on I can’t turn it off it’s a BMW. In the distance I see what looks like a thick black line as I get closer it’s a rail way line with a huge train out with the camera couple of snaps and back on the bike. Some miles later I come across a road sign on idea what it says but it has a pic of a crashed helicopter so another photo stop, there are lots of people there climbing all over it and taking pics. I am now the attraction people all around me, offering snacks water etc. asking me about the bike, trip. Then a guy comes up to me speaks a bit of English and gets his wife to translate I meet the whole family and it turns out they are on their way back to Mashhad. So after lots of chat I get back on the road they catch up with me in their car pull me over to the side of the road again more gifts of snacks give me there phone number and tell me I must come and see them in Mashhad. They stop me again as we get closer to Tabas and insist I have lunch with them, how can I refuse we stop by the City’s large Mosque Kebab and rice all round lovely. I try to pay the bill but they are having none of it. Thank you Meysam and Mahtab. The people here are truly wonderful. We swap phone numbers and say good bye. It’s time to buy some food for my dinner as tonight I am wild camping. It always seems to cause a laugh when I walk into shops in my bike gear, Supplies brought. Back on the bike and I ride towards Mashhad to find a camp site. Not much about so I just ride off road and stop in the distance, in the middle of nowhere tent up brew on. Dinner is spicy sausage bread cheese and tomato soup.