Author Archives: Neil

We heard from a Dutch girl in the Silk Road Hotel in Yazd that it was possible to wild camp in the Desert near Kerman in an area called the Kaluts. What I had read online and in the guidebook … Continue reading →

Kerman was the next stop on what is now a traditional overland route to India along the silk road. It was also our first time in convoy with Els, Merijn and Thierrie which would have been interesting viewing for a … Continue reading →

On the road to Yazd we passed a police checkpoint. Helen later told me the police had signalled me to stop though I had not seen them so she went through too. We hoped we would not hear about it … Continue reading →

Having taken a while to pack the bikes and taken a video of Helen in the Esfahan traffic we were only getting out at about 11. A nice little man outside the hotel in Esfahan wanted us to take his … Continue reading →

It was cold and raining on way to Esfahan. We stopped at an unfinished petrol station after 60 miles to eat bananas we were given by a man and his son through a moving car window. The watchman/workman made us … Continue reading →

It was uncharacteristically cold and raining on the way. We randomly stopped at an oto-lastic* guy simply looking for a toilet for Helen to put her fleece on (lest the locals be taken aback by the sight of a woman … Continue reading →

When we arrived at the outskirts of Quazvin we asked for directions at a petrol station. A local woman in taxi got her driver to lead the way to a hotel. Unfortunately it turned out that hotel marmut was most … Continue reading →

The owner of the hotel spoke little English but with the help of a phrase book I managed to explain we needed a garage for Helen‘s bike to fix the water pump. I was trying to ask for a space … Continue reading →

The road to Zanjan was more of the same fast and smooth tarmac that we had seen in Iran so far. The scenery was breathtaking with smooth hills that looked like crinkled tissue paper, sandy red colours and even some … Continue reading →