Leaving Tabriz was not a great deal of fun, the road started going uphill as soon as we left the hotel and it was busy. 39km later we reached the top of the hill at 2180m, ok it wasnt steep, but it did go on a bit. As were going up we were stopped by a journalist who asked lots of questions and took some photos and said he would email us a copy of the finished artical. We found a nice place to stop for lunch outside a mineral water plant that had a lovely lawn and some trees for shade, watered with the mineral water I guess. At about 16:30 we bought water a found a nice spot to camp by a farm, and they kindly gave us permission and later brought us far too many tomatoes and courgettes. The night was cold, down to 6 degrees, but we were camping at 1922m, so hardly surprising.
Yesterday was so much better. We were near the new motorway to Tehran so most of the traffic had been taken away from the road we were on and whats more it was very gently down for 100km, so gently we hardly noticed, but we lost 650m of height. While we were stopped for lunch we were given a bunch of grapes and the afternoon was great through a gorge through the mountains. We then went through a town were a group of men gave Judith far more attention than she wanted as Andre and I were doing the shopping. We generally get a lot of attention and have our photo taken regularly, they never ask, but we have to ask to photograph them otherwise they dont like it. We started to head through the mountains again and we decided to buy water at the next village and then camp, but unfortunately the next village didnt arrive for about 30km and it was very nearly dark. As we were asking in a cafe for permission to camp a guy, Hussein, arrived and said we could camp at his house. We followed him through the very basic village and were joined by a growing number of men on motorbikes. At his house there was nowhere to camp but he invited us in to stay the night. The house was very basic, two rooms, one tap that was outside and a squat loo at the end of the garden in a mud building. He went out and bought food to cook, a real batchelors dinner of rice and tuna with a pile of naan. His brother Mohammet join us and we had a good evening despite the language barriers of German, Farsi and English. Both brothers worked in the fields growing melons and they went off and returned with 2, wonderfully fresh, delicious. We had a long day and were all shattered so we turned in at 22:00.