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Deunpunto Alotro diary                                                      1

It start with a melody, one well known from travellers. A slow melody anouncing a meeting. A slow melody that carries inside the common desire of the three of us: discover and going for a part of our so beautiful planet.

Our trip started well before this firsts days together, in between Thailand and India on one side and Turkey and Georgia on the other. But the 26 of November 2014, in Bandar Abbas, Iran, we at last came together, embraced, animated by the happiness of seeing each other finally being the solidly united tripod.

Quickly, we are warmed by the Iranien hospitality, pure, sincere, ininterested and unmesurable. In Bandar Abbas, Sam, an incredible man let us his appartment and oranise a night on an island. The adventure starts... We are the three!

Musique flows along with our meeting with everytime more incredible Iranians! What a present, what happiness, what a beautiful feeling it is to be at home in a foreign country. Life is so enjoyable and sweet in here that we let ourselves being rocked by this very human Persian culture.

The first week goes by so quickly and honestly we only think about spending beautiful time together. Even the increasing doubts of not being able to get the motorcycles in Iran do not stop this renewed energy. The internet connexions in Iran are difficult to find and we didn't have it in the appartment. We still managed to give news thanks to the kindness and hospitality of the friends Thomas and Guiller made in the first hotel they were in Bandar Abbas. Again amazing people met along the road.

Some days, the sun does not rise since our evenings stretches... some music, an evening eating crabs drinking whisky, dansing iranian way, and dancing again and laughing, laughing, laughing...

Never ceased to be amazed, curious and happy to discover a new face of Iran and encounter with todays' Persian culture. Strong and free women, smiling and attentive men, people full of a will to breath freedom.

After two failed departures for Shiraz, we take the night bus. Amazing Iranian bus! For 6€, a VIP bus, with ultra confy sits that you can use as bed for a 11h trip (according to the lonely planet) that will in the end only last 7h30... so arrival before sunrise in Shiraz. We end up in a small restaurant of the bus station in front of a cafe. From afar is showing the shadows of impressive montains waking up at the warmth and sunrays of the rising sun. 

Shiraz, city of wine and artists, here we are...

The meeting with our following host, Surush the happy, happens in music around delicious fruit and nuts shakes, specialty of his juice bar the Green Apple! We adapted very fast to the Shirazian relax attitude enjoying pasts all bans. The Islamic republic cannot stop the famous Shiraz wine to flow happily nor the herb that makes us laugh so much to be consumed in the comfort and discretion of homes.

We soon realise how big the city is and how dense is the traffic! The first days pass in between looking for a good internet to access for Facebook, the fruit bar, the visit of waterfalls and meeting our host's parents. Once again, the Iranian hospitality doesn't stop to amaze us and even embarrass us in some situations. They offer us everything: their house is our house, their belongings are our belongings and it is totally impossible to pay anything even with the best will in the world.

On the road we are amazed by the beauty of the surrounding mountains with yellow and ocre color on which small and timid trees are growing. A land that saw the firsts civilisations births, a land rich in humanity!

Stay tunned for Persepolis.