Our host and his friend, both cycler enthusiasts, guided us out of town, all the while taking pictures and filming us. Good thing we are used to these photoshoots, we are famous after all. We thanked him warmly and continued through the plains towards our next stop: Qazvin.
The subtle burning sensation in our legs prevented us from making the same progress as yesterday. Or maybe it was the headwind that made our legs feel heavy. Anyway, we tempered our pace a bit and tried a new approach. In the small towns along the express road, there are multiple speed bumps, where the large, empty trucks have to slow down. Often these trucks have some kind of handlebars on both sides, ideal for cyclers to hold on and catch a lift. When Stef felt the presence of a truck riding slowly at his left, he didn't hesitate and grabbed hold. He looked over his shoulder and saw Oli right behind him, grinning. Anton queued up but then the truck started to speed up. Stef and Oli noticed too late that Yuri didn't make it in the line and let loose after a couple of minutes to regroup.
We actually managed to get it right one time, the four of us together, but then the truck took a turn in the wrong direction and we relied on our own power again.
In Qazvin Anton had arranged a host through Arezoo, the Iranian girl we met in Tbilisi. She hooked us up with her friend Alireza, who happens to be a tour guide. Sadly, the snowy weather and our short stay didn't make a tour really appealing. Instead, after our traditional arrival Shirmoz, he took us for dinner at one of his friend's. They had a Iranian-English dictionairy with standard sentences and we took turns firing random questions at one another. Meanwhile, the three of us not holding the book enjoyed a Fifa Street session on Mohammed's, Alireza's friend, Xbox.