On a long desert highway, cool wind in our hair. We cycled all day, searching for the smell of colita's in the air.
Instead of taking us to Colita's, our noses lead us to a bakery where another score of friendly Iranians welcomed us. When we asked for some fresh 'burberry', our favourite type of bread, they gestured us to come inside to watch our bread being made. Under the flashes of the many smartphone cameras we couldn't resist baking our own bread and frisbeeing around the pizza shaped burberry. The bakers cheered, laughed and snapped as many pictures as they could, while we stirred up the atmosphere at the end of their working day. Our search for fresh veggies wasn't nearly as fun, but our persistance was rewarded with bags full of vegetables of every available kind. Also our enthusiasm got us a serious price reduction at this paticular grocery store. The bread we got for free of course, as we made it ourselves. Time to call the day to an end and get to cooking.
When our heads grew heavy and our sights grew dim, we had to stop for the night?
The moon was almost full, throwing shadows on the ground in the midst of the night. We woke up more than once because of her brightness as she followed her course around the earth, only to fall a sleep again, overeasy as ever under her sheet of eerie white light.