I was on my way to Hauraman, some villages high up in the kurdish mountains, and famous for the extreme serpents leading there. It was end of May and the beginning of the iranian summer. The sun was burning and the road going mostly uphill, so when i saw a water place at the side of the road, i was gratefully stopping my bike. I stood under a tree, trying to figure out where to put my bike in order to get water (my bike, when loaded, can hardly stand by itself and usually needs something to lean on, which at times really drives me crazy!), when a man approached me and handed me a piece of bread. He asked me if i need help and i asked him if i may lean my bike on his car. He agreed and i pushed it over to his pickup, when he got on the back and started to open the cargo area. Apparently he thought i asked him for a ride 😀 I told him it’s fine, i just wanted to wash my face, but he said “No problem!” Well, it turned out he would also go to Hauraman and since i already expected to hitchhike sooner or later, it actually came in quite handy. Also, i had a really nice feeling with him, so we decided we would visit Hauraman together.
Finally, after hours of continuously going down (my brakes already started to make noises, the brakepads literally crying and pleading to be replaced), i finally made it to a river. I was happy and thought now it would go flat along the river. But i was only happy for so long, as the descent from before just turned into a just another just as steep ascent. And imagine my shock when the town i set as my goal for the day, and thought to be just around the corner, turned out to be still 80 km away! Up the hill!