On the shores of the Caspian sea
I tried to find a place in Sarein, village, I even recommended that the locals. It was to be nicely, good, thermal springs and similar attractions. It was the mass tourism, even with the signboards in English. I lost a couple of hours to reach there, whereby the Astary, town on the coast of the Caspian Sea arrived after dark.
Same lack of sun was not bothering, from Ardabil to Astary leads piece of highway and expressway mountain road – the two sections are illuminated most of its length.
Before you go, someone wrote me, that my idea on Iran is feasible, provided, it demonstrates the assertiveness. On the second day I knew, it will be very difficult.
Apparently only refueling, and the owner of the station invites you to a fruit and tea to Europe budynku.W the shack at the pump are shops-bred dogs and some crap. W Iranie służą do picia herbaty z zaproszonymi gośćmi. Zamiast pięciu minut tankowanie trwa czterdzieści, but hardly the time considered to be lost.
In Iran, the mass of motorcycles, but practically no motorcyclists. It is simply a vehicle for people, who can not afford a car. Nobody greets, He does not ride with a helmet not to mention clothing. There are several types, most are horribly neglected. I've also stayed to help to some guy, which crumbled motorcycle. His 250 (bigger is prohibited) style enduro lost the spring shock absorber – simply fell. The two raised the couch, guest put it somewhere, nothing tightened the, He sat on the hardware and gestures wanted to get confirmation, that such stopgap is no chance of success. I shook my head:
– Bez szans
He smiled, He fired machine and started. A kilometer further catch rate. His chain never seen Grease, we have never been stretched. Here and there hung a torn bundle of electrical installation. Tragedy.
Large motorcycles are difficult and expensive hobby and can legally ride them on Fridays (explaining to the European – on Sunday). Registration, beyond number, a photo of the person authorized to drive.
In the early days of travel traffic for me was a positive surprise. It seemed to me, that the Persians are those Slovenians. Sometimes slightly erratic, but generally riding very formally and prediction. Yes, occasionally I came across a surprise – at one of the meetings stopped me disputes cap. A long time I could not figure out what happened, until he noticed a young couple posing. Wedding procession made a stop for photos.
It was only days later showed me how wrong I was in the assessment of local drivers.
Overnight in Astarze I found very smoothly, at the first intersection in the city welcomed me sign with the blinker on camping.
Even I was pleased, I read somewhere, that on the coast of the atmosphere is a little more loose, youth coming to rest, thus I counted, that camping in the middle of summer can be a place where you establish some familiarity. Seat reservation itself was full of families – Persians love family days out of town – all have the same tents, that load on the roof of his car. The set dorzucają samovar or kettle for tea, several blankets, food and move in some nice place. The tent can break down virtually everywhere (sometimes there are signs of breaking ban tents), the same camp are rather few and they do not offer anything for which it would be worth paying. Infrastructure is at most toilets and a sink with cold water.
Nie wiem co skłania ludzi do przyjazdu do Astary na ten kemping. I found there nothing, the city is rather ugly, w okolicy nie ma nic. Really. Nothing. You could drink tea with great samovar or pop into town for grilled meat.
Another friendly gestures at every turn assured me to believe, that the direction of travel well chosen. Gość, which accidentally I ate dinner at one table stargował for me the meal. Someone took me to a local master of SIM cards, who had run are unlucky card – niestety – without success. I got the weight of the fruit, several cigarettes, tea, someone else sent from your email account to my girl.
Between cartoons while you can put a looser atmosphere – the beaches are empty, there is no one pubs, I found no place, where I could enjoy looking at the sea, or even a cup of tea, straszą też znaki zakazu kąpieli. Trochę mnie to zawiodło, I was hoping to chill by the sea after a few intense days. I decided the next day to give a last chance Coast…
