Crossing the mountains to Isfahan

Uneasy feelings dominated as we left Abyaneh in Western direction, on a road only dotted on our maps nobody would recommend us. But our courage should reward us during the next days. We didn't meet anybody, enjoyed the pure
silence and felt that we could reach for infinity in the starry winter sky.

We climbed and partly pushed our bikes up on rough gravel to an altitude of 2875m and the surrounding landscape was so overwhelming that it took a while until we realized that the following 150km to Isfahan would be a single downhill run :)

While the pass has been the highest we've climbed so far, the night has been the coldest on our trip. Minus 15 degrees made even the water in our tent frozen.Leggi altro