|There is real freedom in wild camping. No onlookers!|
Get them to change your tyres of course! Evidently this took one main man, several supervisors and one to hold the hijab while I handed tools out and ensured the supervisors where supervising correctly!
It was lovely to have company from Urmia over to Sanandaj and great to spend time with my dad. I embraced the chaos of the tour and the traffic the next morning as we rode out of Urmia together and hit the road for a mere 300Km (very low miles for a NS day).
We stopped in a village for lunch and as Friday is Iran’s weekend we soon found ourselves surrounded
Trying to get out was difficult though and so a couple of the guys from our group flanked me either side on the bigger bikes to escort me out of the crowd! Oh the hardship! We were then escorted out of the village by the lads who had jumped on their own bikes and raced in and out of us cheering and filming as we left!
After several hours on the road we followed a likely looking track up on to a hill with 360 views and started setting up our camp. Within 15 mins we had been spotted by the local chicken farmer who raced up with his friend to tell us that we were camping on mine field and that this spot used to be Iraq. We mulled it over and decided to stay as we had already ridden over most of it so it couldn’t be that bad! Could it? They seemed satisfied and raced off again only to come back half an hour later with 2 dozen fresh eggs, some bread, pans and a big pot of tea.
Needless to say no one was blown up that night.
Despite enjoying my time with the guys, it was important to me to
|The Kudish guys who brought us eggs.|
It was a hot day in Iran. Wearing the Hijab and a helmet, with the loose material wrapped around your neck, is really not good in the heat! I felt stifled by midday and stopped for some lunch fairly early on. The heat was already getting to me. I cooled down as much as I could and moved on fairly quickly, particularly as I didn’t have my usual crowd of adoring fans to keep me company!
I ordered some water and coke and then some tea and drank them all whist being watched by the cafe owner and his assistant, neither of whom could speak english. I felt sick and dizzy and emotional! Not good signs. It doesn’t take long for heat to get to you if you are not fully hydrated. I have seen it hit so many times and I felt stupid for allowing myself to get in to this condition.
I had a contact in Kermanshah and so got out my Iranian phone (which I had bought in Urmia) to give him a call. For some reason the sim card had stopped working! Now what?
I just wanted someone to stick me in a support truck and take me to a nice cool place where I could rid myself of this clingy Hijab and put Rhonda away! The realisation that this was not going to happen and that all the onlookers, much as they wanted to offer a soothing word, could do nothing more than keep me topped up with tea.
Eventually it worked and I cleared my head enough to make hand signals to use their phone. I called the english teacher I had met in the hotel in Urmia and told him I had arrived. Unfortunately when he had said he was in Kermanshah, what he actually meant was that he was NEAR Kermanshah. Actually he was 2 hours away and in the direction I had just come from! This was not the happy ending I had envisaged when I picked up the phone!
He came in handy non the less and eventually several passes of the phone later, with him interpreting between me and the cafe owner, and I was back on the road and following him through the town and to the nearest hotel.
|me and my dad|
Now I have a new sim, a comfy bed for the night and this time I’m ready for the day ahead! Shorter days, more stops and a dampened Hijab I think.
Nobody said it was easy (as Coldplay would say) and there is no way I’m going back to the start! Time to get serious! Just as soon as I've had some Ice cream!