
Breakfast view of my car from inside my friends travel mobile.

The outside of above-mentioned car
Me, Horst and Felix (who are my new German friends from the night before) had decided to go to the bazar today, so we took a taxi from the campground to the bazar just before noon.
The bazar is on one hand a really cool (in lack of a better word) place to visit with a lot of history and a lot of genuine goods in a beautiful building with some shops so small the owner has to be outside of the store because he (always a male) does not fit inside.

Although the stores are so small everyone has surveillance cameras, usually 3 or more, and I wonder who manages to steel from these stores and then only to be caught by the cameras that nobody is watching? On the other hand the bazar is filled to the brim with Chinese shit (like so many other similar places thees days) that no one need.






When I was on the Turkish – Irani border and about to go in to the Irani side I realized that I needed to change from shorts to pants, I also realized that I hade messed it up when I packed for this trip. The only thing I have with me that isn’t shorts is a pair of jeans and a pair of black trecking pants, neither of them is a good choice for 40+ degree heat. So how do I solve this you ask. Well I buy a pair of cheep pants at the bazar. They were made in China and the quality is shit! But at least they are a lot cooler than my previous options.

Me trying the size in the “changing room”




We were back at the cars at 5ish in the afternoon and I planed to drive to Resht by the Caspian sea but changed my mind when Horst asked me if I wanted to go with them to Alvars ski resort to meet the nomadic people there. It is not so much that I want to see the nomadic people and there lifestyle but that this trip for me is a lot about saving yes and take the opportunities that are in front of me. So vi drove 5h to a ski resort in the middle of the summer. It was way past sun set when we arrived and we should have had dinner a long time ago but in Irani spirit we had a very late dinner, that only made the frozen pizza they had with them so much better.

The day after we went for a walk on the mountain in search for snow.

We took the skilift up
Me an Felix saw some snow a fair bit away from where we Stod and we went there so that Felix could do snow angels. After a 45 min walk we where only a few meters from the snow when some shepherds dogs thought that we where a threat to the heard and came charging for us, Altho they had some distens to us I got scared and forced Felix to turn around and leav his sought after goal on this hike when we where so close.

This is the snow patch that Felix had to leave untouched
On our way down we met up with Horst and more dogs charging at us, but Horst handled them with ease, except one dog that I actually thought was going to attack him.

We where invited to two different family’s for chitea and bread on our way past their tents. In the first family they didn’t speek mutch English but they did smoke a lot of opium.




On our way we needed to find some diesel that I at this point had learnt that is restrikted in Iran and truckers have a card that they use when they fill up to prevent them from filling up more than 300l/day. So you’ll have to find a truck driver to see if he can give you some of his daily rasion or if you are lucky they will let you fill up at the petrol station (not everyone sells diesel) without the card.




In the morning we hade breakfast together and we were supposed to split up, but since we were traveling in the same direction for another couple of hours I suggest that we drove together til our paths split. It turned out to be only 5min from the location I was stopping at for the night when they were about to turn of so we decided to have a late lunch together at that campsite befor they moved on to Teheran.
Till next time, drive safe!
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