After Tehran we plan a full immersion in anything important that we still have to visit in Iran.
Too many cities in too little time, but we know that doesn’t get stuck in and cost of unnecessary stress and sweaty we will discover the rest of the country. And so it was.
In this part of Iran starts to get hard to find Diesel … sometimes the gas stations are very far apart, sometimes Diesel ends, sometimes there are no queues kilometres to the full.
The route that we must make is: Isfahan, Shiraz, Yazd, Naein, Kerman, Bandar Abbas.
This is the final order of visit, initially Bandar Abbas was not in our route, the path is changed because after thinking up, several months, several sleepless nights, various discussions, a lot of fear and a lot of stress, we decided it was better, for our security and safety do not go through the Balochistan even if our souls were ready to confront the danger.
We read a lot and we look for people willing to cross or some more information from someone who had already made or entered in Iran from Pakitan, nothing, no results, the information was always negative, people there were discouraged and especially anyone who had
done recently, to this we can add the disastrous situation after the recent earthquake. There remains doubt and sadness of not being passed for a forgotten land and exploited by all, but surely rich in admirable people. In the end better as well, we’re not all regretting this decision.
Isfahan is full of mosques and full of people, and the main square makes a big impression because of its size, for its beauty and just looking at the entrance of the mosque of Ali you can imagine how many people could get into it, we decide to visit it inside and indeed the entry is required. The spaces are Giants and the details too accurate.
Also the dome, only if it is positioned exactly in the Center will echo that allowed the imam to be heard by the whole crowd without need of the subwoofer.
Yazd is an incredible city, especially the old part that is characterized by the towers “windkeeper” used to make the wind flow in stores of water to keep it fresh and healthy. Remember this city because we still hope to be able to cross the overland frontire and best of all for having known Hanz and Hanz, 2 nice German full of grit that traveled from 7 months exactly like us. Their van is a Ducato ultra prepared and they too are ultra prepared, one of them is mechanical and does not miss the opportunity to take a look at polenta since they are several days that the wheel makes a strange movement, confirms that it is nothing serious and to continue without problems, Visit Yazd together with YHanzs and we are very happy to find travelling companions. As soon as we saw the van we were launched in pursuit with the hopes of finding people directed in Pakistan.
After the final decision to find a ship in Bandar Abbas and send polenta to India. Fortunately, we learn that there is a cargo from Iran to India, otherwise the other option would be Ferry passengers and cargo up in Dubai and there embark Polenta for the first cargo to India. we choose the first option with some hesitation. The company that manage the shipping is persiatour and we were in contact with Parisa a profession girl, here her e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
Meanwhile there are the cities of Shiraz and Persepolis, is inevitable and Kerman, near the desert.
We remain impressed from Persepolis, the remains are intact and seems to get into another dimension, I’d like to see how the warriors and aristocrats were coming up the main staircase and then go in the door between the “Sphinxes”.
After persepolis we launched and convinced that they want to see the desert. Already on the street the temperatures begin to be unbearable and the motor heats up too much, we realize later that the radiator water evaporates very quickly and we decide to rest a polenta/plus.
The next day we are heading towards the desert without any preparation, without even knowing how to get there.
After crossing the mountains into a road cursed steep with hellish temperatures arrive in a village, which in theory is an oasis in the desert The oasi is there but the desert we see him, we call on the people and we can more or less understand the direction, without any security we start after being warned that temperatures exceeding 100 degrees, we continue incuranto of danger, and thank goodness, the temperature is too warm, but certainly not 100 degrees, so do not you die (but almost). Follow the road and after 70 km, we are in the middle of the desert, with tires in the sand, sweaty and happy.
The night in the desert is hot, vro that cools, is an urban legend. The stars are billions, we had not ever seen so many! The breathtaking panorama. It appears that at the heart of this desert, Dast Khalut, there are 300 ft dune and was recorded highest temperature achieved on Earth’s surface, 71 degrees!
We wake up very early to see the sunrise and avoid the high temperatures and start to move towards the port of Bandar Abbas.
All pictures Here.