Our room in Tabriz was amazingly cozy. Combined with a breakfast that was brought to your room (i.e. breakfast in bed…such luxury!), we didn’t really want to leave. Instead, after finishing the fresh bread, honey and cheese, we continued to nibble on the sweets as we had a whole pot of tea which went great with them. We also still had to post the last blog post.
Around 11am, we finally packed up. While carrying everything to the bike, we ran into the couple from twentyonesteps.net again. Not having taken a single picture of them yesterday, I asked for a bit of a photoshoot before they drove off.
Today’s plan was to ride on the bridge over Lake Orumiyeh which looked like a salt lake when we approached. The lake has been almost separated by two long piers which have been connected by a rather small bridge. Riding onto the pier on our side, there was a toll booth but the guy inside waved us through: Motorcycles are free. 🙂
We stopped for a bit as we hit the pier on the other side but really there was not much to do other than look out on the water with a pink tint. Continuing on to the town of Orumiyeh, we headed to Shemaran Restaurant, a small tea house serving dizi. Dizi is a stew that you can mash to your own heart’s desire as the vegetables, at least, come in big chunks. Unfortunately, there was no vegetarian dizi…so the owner fished out the meat pieces from mine and I ate half of the stew. It was a bit strange though…
Flo enjoyed the hearty stew and we still had chay afterwards. Well fed, we started on the last 300km in Iran towards the border town of Maku. With no intention to arrive there today, the mountains about 100km from it looked like a good place for a last camp spot. With another round of lightning and thunder overhead, we tried a couple of places before settling on a not ideal spot. It was visible from the road but far away so we weren’t bothered.
- We got a 3 bed room to spread out – wohoo
- A cool couple – safe journey to them!
- forgot to fix the horizon on this one … 😉
- this one took 165 km out of the journey from Tabriz
- bridges are far less excitingt to look at from on them
- thick salt residue on the piers reaching into the lake
- the lake is only 14 m at its deepest. Most of the crossing is on piers
- hmm … a lot like good goulash
- Team awesome having dizi
- coming down into another high altitude plain
- The other side of the plateau. Time to look for a camp spot
- bad weather brewing ahead
- no good spots down this nice track
- the storm right next to us
- found one – it rained a bit while we got the tent up, that was all
- by the time the light went, the clouds had loosend up
- I admit, I ran back up to to get that shot …




















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