I awoke in the Bible. In Beyhan dry baked station somewhere. It is a long day but the landscape is getting greener -the persistence of life is something else.
Last night Nigel, jeanne and Stuart were the last to leave the party and were landed with an enormous bill 95 ytl and the door was locked until they paid part of it. Martyn says: All over the world it holds true; Never be the last to leave a bar.
5.30 I am about to hit Iran; nowhere to stay, no itinerary, no Farsi at all. 7.30 - Still at Taftan... 9.30 pm At Taftan. 10 pm. We are on the ferry and so is the train. No one, but no one, understands why the ferry across Lake Van trip takes place at night. The Iranian ladies sit at the bow in a circle and sing for hours. Later I take a pic of the empty circle of chairs in the dark. It seems to symbolise something and rather increases my apprehension about Iran.