capitulo 2 - inglés

                         Deunpunto Alotro Diary  

There are some days in which the roaring sound of 2 wheelers echoes in our ears. The call of the road was too strong, and it was needed to hit the road Jack and don't come back no more no more. So we had to find motorcycles to fill the need. After a post on couchsurfing and visiting various motorcycle shops we found 2 motocross with the precious help of Mohammed a pationate biker interested in joining us.

With a lot of patience, negociation and stretchable time, we went direction Persepolis through Shirazian traffic crossing mountains and plains with incredible scenaries. The morning freshness and the imposing rising sun in the azure sky drew shadows of millenaries mountain range. The road is good, traffic is not so dense and we fortunately had time to get used to the Iranian way of driving thanks to the multiple car trips done before. There is actually no set rules, you have to use your feeling! Along the road, fruit and vegetable sellers as well as tissues, brooms and whatever else you can imagine spread all the way. 

A break just before the site, at the feet of a mountain easy to climb to have a beautiful view of Persepolis and film some part of the documentary. Next to us, a perfect spot to enjoy what the motorbikes have been made for: Motocross! Unfortunately, the rented motorbikes are not our Indian made Royal Enfields but made in China. So after a couple of jumps, Guiller is missing the battery, the light bulb and what holds the exhaust pipe!                  

                   

                   After a quick fix and the passage of                  

                   a shepherd and his sheep we are 

                   arriving on the footsteps of an ancient 

                   civilization at the gate of an millenary city.

                   The site is well conserved, 

                   but unfortunately we are told that a part 

                  of the city has been destroyed along 

                  the years and the different governments.

                  A walk in between old stones, 

                  a snack break, some recordings, 

                  some daily required laughing and 

                  the evening comes under the appearance 

                  of an also millenary ocre light shining on 

                  the facade of a temple even more mystical.

The last rays shine on the columns and gates still standing of the old city.

 

The night was supposed to be around a fire and under the tent but thanks to our Aziza host Soroush, we start the evening in an old disused hotel reserved for governments responsibles. It will only last a small very funny hour, and we are kindly asked to go to the international hotel just next door. A little more expensive... but everything is there!

The next day the sky is beautiful 

until we have to leave with the 

motorbikes (incuding one without 

breaks nor batteries...) 

a tiny rain join in.

In Shiraz the other moto derails 

and we end up in a garage 

negociating the repairs before 

giving it back. We are told one 

price which will double the day after... 

High inflation in Iran! Not that easy 

to get motorbikes in this country!

We enjoy our lasts moments in Shiraz walking in the city, discover the tomb of the poet Hafez and work, sorting out photos, videos, sending them, recording them... 

It is time to discover another city. 

Departure scheduled in night bus 

towards Isfahan where couchsurfing 

friends interested and involved 

in documentaries, deserts and 

traditional music.

The old Persian capital in the next episode...