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.
|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.
|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.
|My spot in the mosque overlooking the village|
|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.