Week 26: Persian gulf to Baluchistan
A calm day along sand dunes and hills, plenty to see. Cycled a bit too far north, so had to ride back, something I dislike. After inflating my tires, four teenagers on a motorcycle started bothering me. Ignored them, ignored them. But at a certain point, I got a bit irritated. Signaled a few times for them to ride ahead since they were slowing me down, which didn’t sit well with me. After that, even more irritated, I made some dismissive gestures, and they became even more annoying, even spitting. After a few more kilometers of irritation, I flagged down a car that understood they were bothering me and stopped to help against the troublesome teens. Well-solved, I thought. Later in the evening, had some shrimp and rice at a guesthouse, and found a place to sleep further on.
Day 2: Hengam
The next day, I would meet the Georgian cyclist on the island as he was also present, almost in the same place. After about two hours of cycling, he caught up with me. Communication was a bit difficult due to the island’s poor connection. We decided to go to Hengam, an even smaller island that could be toured in about half an hour with beautiful colorful sand. Ran into some other cyclists from Iran and then took a boat to Hengam. We were asked to camp there. After cycling around the island, we went together in the dark to a small forest where some hippies were making music, and other scenes were unfolding.
After a quick dip in the Persian Gulf, I could head back towards Qeshm and continue towards Pakistan. But first, another 80 km of cycling on Qeshm and then the boat to Bandar Abbas. In the evening, left Bandar Abbas a bit in the dark and searched for a place to sleep. Found one after buying some water in the garden of a man who approached me after seeing the bike.
Fortunately, I was out of Bandar Abbas and could smoothly ride on the highway towards the Pakistani border. Long straight roads to Minab. In the evening, cycled into a village after 130 km when it got dark. After a chat, I could sleep in an empty house.
A strong wind blowing south with little to see, usually too far from the coast. After 90 km, had enough of the wind and slept in a small room at a gas station, later used as a mini-mosque for prayers.
Again, a lot of wind and not much to see. But halfway through the day, turned a quarter towards the east, and the wind decreased. After 111 km, reached the city of Jask and looked for a place to sleep. After helping some guys inflate the tire of a motorcycle, they said the beach was fine.
In the morning, the first half-hour suddenly became a bit darker, and it started to storm. Enjoyed some rain and, fortunately, with the wind at my back for once. During the storm, the wind changed direction, allowing me to continue cycling. After almost 120 km, had some chicken with rice, and then set up my tent behind a village in a field.
Week 27 Baluchistan
Same scenario as the previous days, little to see except for dead camels that were run over. Sand dunes and later a mud volcano where you hardly notice anything. At a police checkpoint, met some Germans in a camper. In the evening, had dinner with some truckers and found a small room at a gas station to sleep after 135km.
I hadn’t left the sandbank yet, but luckily there was something to see along the road again. Many selfies, also in the previous days with Pakistanis and Iranians who like to be photographed. Many banana trees, and I realized I was almost in Chabahar. From camping in Tehran, I had a friend who wanted to host me. And when I took the exit to Chabahar, there was suddenly a lot of honking, nothing new. But after the third time, I decided to look. And there was my host. I cycled a bit further to Chabahar and had dinner with a friend of his. Here, I received my “Baluchi dress.” Left the bike there in the evening and rode together to Negur. It was time for a rest day after 11 days. Fortunately, that was not a problem for them. Went to the hairdresser, it was time haha. And had my first Iranian beer.
Days 3 to 5
Rest days, went “fishing” near the Pakistani border, camped in the evening, and enjoyed a lot of pleasant company where paying for something was not an option. Cycled to Negur about 70km without luggage.
The next days will be covered in the Pakistan blog.