Dharma bums on bikes

In Yazd we said good bye to Aaron after having shared another lovely day walking around town, feeding ourselves exclusively of carrot jam and falafel. It felt like such a relaxed time after being in the constant noise of Esfahan and facing the adversity of the desert. In Yazd, we gave ourselves a treat, a traditional hotel, in the old town where streets are so narrow that cars can almost not get in… What a difference! From the roof we could see the whole town and its wind towers, built to catch every tiny movement of air, gracious breath in the suffocating summers. We could see that hotels were definitely playing at who has the biggest!


In our hotel, kohan hotel, had orange trees and a shallow pool in the indoor courtyard. It is lovely but we also met our far forgotten friends, the mosquitoes. For breakfast we had ……

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