We had a weird ride in Talesh following diverse locals around town as they were trying to help us to find a spot for the night even though we hadn't asked for anything. By the time it was really dark and the only spot they could advice was the sidewalk of the main street, we needed a spot indeed and two brothers finally offered to take us to the unused office of their dad. We had a good time with them, tasting some delicacies smuggled from Azerbaijan.
Photo essay: Two Europeans cycle from Mashad to Turkish border
by Karim & Hubert