Yesterday we decided we shouldn't waste precious campfire time to buy today's breakfast, so instead of filling our stomachs we started our day with some pedaling. After only five kilometers we noticed a huge convoy of remarkably good looking cars driving past. The gathering was a television set, somewhere at the entrance of the small city we were about to enter. For once, we gazed at the Iranians, while all the bees of the beehive were running around for reasons we couldn't figure out. The cameraman turned the lens towards us but the moment passed and we were already gone. So the responsible television maker jumped into his car, chased us and invited us over. The result: some fifty random Iranians smiling, looking and staring at us, an interview with the local news channel and free breakfast.
We didn't know for sure, but there was this free breakfast vibe clinging to the air and we wouldn't miss this opportunity. So after the interview, pictures and the necessary handshakes, we followed the television makers’ car to the local hotel for a belated breakfast. Apparently we were appearing on the local news channel for a tv show around Norooz, the Iranian new year. Bitch better be famous!
After breakfast we tried to call for our Turkmen visa, as we still were clueless if we were accepted or not. This visa process is a slow and annoying one, but after our estimated five hundred calls were left unanswered, we forgot about it and decided to wait and see how it goes. Only a fool worries about something he can't control anyway.
Anton's bike lived up to its expectations and broke two spokes, an occurrence happening more and more often in the past few weeks. This caused us some delay and we halted at a fish farm for a relaxing midday food-repair break. This wasn't our most productive cycling day, and after only 65 kilometers we had to call it a day to watch the sunset over some lovely all to basic spaghooter Bolognese.