isfahan #3

after another night bus, i was back in the heritage hostel isfahan, basically my second home by now. olli, the finnish biker, was still there, now joined by his mate colin from switzerland, who was an equally chill dude.

i knew the sights pretty well by now, so we did a little speedrun tour of the city. notably, when we were on our way to the main square on the first day, a spanish dude heading the other way (back to the hostel) appeared quite stirred and frantically signed us to turn around. he explained that there's a war protest going on in the square and that he'd almost been arrested and robbed by secret police there. and indeed, there was a man in a white shirt following him, trying to look normal. we headed the other way. later, we heard from colin that he had also been to the square and almost got arrested because he took a picture. when we went to the square the next morning, the water in the fountain was red.

we were in the mood for some hitchhiking now, so after just one night, off we went.Читать далее