I decided to take a detour. Instead of sticking to the mountains in the South, I would go westwards to Gonbad Kavus and look at an old tower there. This would cost me one walking day, but I liked old towers.
Also, there was a hotel in Gonbad that was called Hotel Ghaboos, which sounded a bit like Hotel Caboose, and so it was settled. I had to walk to Gonbad!
But first I had some watermelon with Mehdi, my friend from the night before:
Then I walked.
I walked past ruined buildings:
Past women carrying babies:
Past rice fields:
And past more of the purple flowers from two days earlier:
It was nice to be able to see the mountains in the distance:
I took another self-timer jumping shot:
Maybe I was spending too much time alone.
About one or two hours before Gonbad, I left the road and took a little dirt track that went through the fields:
It was much better. There was the occasional farm house:
And there was air to breathe:
When I finally entered Gonbad from a tiny back road, it felt almost as if I was sneaking in:
But I had not gone undetected. A storm was brewing, and I had to walk fast if I wanted to outrun it:
360 degree video: