The air in our little shack felt very humid, probably because of all the heat we lost in the night to warm up the tiny room. We couldn't see our neighbour approaching through the completely frozen windows, until we heard him pulling the creaky door open. "You Ok?"... "Yes, Super super!" We reassured him of our mental and physical health and he dissappeared as quickly as he came.
We learnt that when sleeping outside in the cold or when cycling in cold temperatures, it is key to store water bottles deep inside our (sleeping)bags to prevent them from freezing. Naturally we forgot this and we were left with seven completely frozen bottles this morning. We swapped our icebottles for waterbottles at the nearest shop and started pedalling towards the Vorotan pass. We snaked our way up the alpine, winding road to 2350 meters once more, under a cloudless sky and a scorching sun. We stopped multiple times to look over our shoulders to enjoy the magnifcent views and radiating sun. What a different scenario than two days ago! When that fiery ball in the sky arrived at the highest point we couldn't resist lounging around bare-chested, and thought it a good idea to present our hometown flags to the mountains.
Arriving at the top, we were in for a treat again. Here, Nature started throwing all the eye-candy she had in her bag of sweets at us, making us drool. We followed her Hansel and Gretel trail of sweet sights down the valley. On our way we were distracted only once by the smell of goat cheese and honey, which reminded us it was time for a snack. We continued our downhill, surrounded by huge mountain peaks and a completely frozen lake at our right side. With no civilization in sight, we decided to sleep in an Iranian hotel beside the road, where we had our first real lesson in haggling. "We are flexible. We can negotiote the price my friend."
Looking in the mirror we noticed all our faces were burnt. Bye bye Winter. It's summertime and you know what that means, we've got to go to the beach and...