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Stayed in another motel. It had a very quiet, empty, almost post-Soviet atmosphere to it:

I liked it.

There was a photo at the reception desk that showed a group of French people:

Were they famous? I didn’t know.

What followed was another day on the highway. Again there were people selling clothes:

And again there were advertisements:

And shops:

And fake shops:

And sometimes the poorer parts would show through the cracks:

One time I passed a mosque with a top that looked charmingly crooked:

The lower part, on the other hand, seemed to be rather politicized:

I had a simple lunch of bread and canned vegetables in a little side street. Iranian bread is very good, especially this naan-style bread they call barbari:

There’s another kind called lavash (remember how I loved the lavash in Kazakhstan?), but it is mostly terrible, resembling flat rubber:

The highway was unbelievably loud, and I was glad to have my earplugs. It was hard to fathom how anyone could be next to the highway all day in order to sell towels:

Or plush toys:

And to me, being next to the highway made the stuffed animals look sad:

I was glad to arrive in Nur:

Saw some people fishing in a small canal:

Saw another mosque in the evening light:

And I passed by restaurants:

And shops:

And by more plush toys:

They, too, looked sad in the faint electric light.

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