During breakfast, everybody's batteries were fully charged. Well, almost everyone. Tom and Lynn had a bit of a hard time sleeping since their sleeping bags are not as patser as ours, and Tom's air matress fails to do pretty much the only job it has, hold air. Mr. Karimi had slept in an unknown place, most likely his car, with unknown sleeping gear, most likely just a blanket. Let's just say he was not thirty minutes early today. The rest was geared up, fueled up and ready to seize the day.
Today Esfahan is on the menu. Yuri took precautions to keep his arch nemesis, The Right Knee, under control, and cycled the last twenty kilometers into this city. Traffic slowed the Wandervan down a lot in the inner city, and both arrived at the head of the bazaar around the same time. The start of this maze is located on the second biggest square IN - THE - WORLD. This is the perfect place to get a good grasp on the Iranian culture. On one side you can find a large mosk, on the other the bazaar. Typical shops and foodstands tie the whole together. The center of the square is inaccessable to cars and grass covers most of it. This makes it a nice place to have a pic-nic, which is extremely popular with the locals, not only here but all over the country.
After relieving the bazaar of a handful of silver rings, we re-emerged in the evening sun and ordered mr. K in a south-east-ish direction into the wastelands. We crossed our bejeweled fingers, hoping the flow would go and a bed would show.