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I left the madrasa early in the morning, and when I did, almost everyone else was in class already.
Some of the guys had come to see me off, and I decided to take my Let’s Walk video right there:
And then I was back on the road:
One time a large herd of sheep crossed the road, and they did it differently than in Central Asia, where they often blocked the roads for minutes. They came through a small underpass in the road:
Came to a small village with a shop. Wanted to get some cola, but the shop was closed:
Disappointment.
Then it was just more road:
Saw some more abandoned buildings:
But much to my relief I came through another tiny settlement with a shop that was open:
So I got my cola:
Mashhad was not far anymore, and I was slowly, ever so slowly, learning the numbers from roadsigns:
The upturned heart is apparently a five.
Then I came to a service area, where I saw a bright green truck:
The artwork on the back seemed particularly interesting:
Especially since there was this other car that was decorated in the spirit of Ashura, the month of mourning:
Priorities.
I came to a restaurant in the service area:
It seemed to cater mostly to Turkish truck drivers, I didn’t see any of them, though.
Ran into Mohsen and Hussein from Mashhad, and they invited me for lunch:
Then I walked some more, until I reached this melon stand:
And behind the melon stand, there was the village of Abravan:
I went to the mosque to ask if there was a place to sleep anywhere:
After a while some dudes asked me to follow them, and we walked past these presumably ancient structures:
Until we got to their house.
They were Ali, his brother, and his nephews:
They gave me food:
Then some other friends came over, and we had some melon:
It was a good night, I guess.
I mean, I didn’t understand anything they said. When we wanted to communicate, we used gestures, and sometimes the internet was fast enough to use Google Translate.
But there was much laughter.
Kelly Kitchen
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