Day 62:
From Jolfa to Dozal in Iran
July 1, 2012; Distance
covered today: 72 Km; Total: 4963 Km
I
have lost the time. My watch is still in Turkey’s time, so I don’t exactly know
when I left the park. I went to Jolfa, bought some groceries, and made a couple
of phone calls. The way was still very beautiful. The mountains were stunning
and the weather was fine, but the wind was still there—very strong.
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| The road, the river, and the sky--all awesome |
I
stopped at a village and had some bread with a bucket of yoghurt when a guy,
who was actually from Tehran, told me that the best place to spend the night
was a village called, Dozal.
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| I cannot ask for more. |
I
kept riding and at about 6, I arrived in Dozal. I went to a mosque (emamzadeh) and
pitched up my tent on the terrace overlooking the village. In the evening, two
officers came and ask me many questions about me and my trip. I was a little
nervous, but kept my cool and even cracked some jokes with them. They wrote
down everything I said. When I asked them what was the questioning for, they
ignored my question.
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| Gold miners--seriously! |
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| Beautiful mountains |
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| My spot in the mosque overlooking the village |
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| The village and sunset |
At
night, I watched the World Cup final with the superintendent of the place. I
didn’t watch it to the end since it was obvious Italy was losing.
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