In the morning, Javad went jogging without me even noticing it. Fanid had to go to school,
Shabnam accompanied her and Javad made breakfast. He left and Shabnam came back, starting to talk to Nader, who tried to make his translation work meanwhile. Ramin came from Karaj with my missing bag.
I tried to re-plan my route from Tehran to Bandar Lengeh to use the highway and by that find more accommodations as there are more cities at the highway route than on my original route. To Isfahan that worked quite well, one night in my tent and 4 hostels are now planned in reasonable distances. To Shiraz it is a bit emptier, but at least one place is to find in between. And the last part, the 600km from Shiraz, are without highway, cities and only one place seems to have a hostel or inn. And this is the hottest and driest part of my whole one-year-trip. Maybe people will see me with their noses.
The most annoying part was to “tell” the GPS about those routes. It should work via Bluetooth and an app. And all the time the connection is interrupted, one device forgets the name of the other, I should do updates etc. Then the routes are on the GPS, I go on planning, want to transfer the next routes, and not only the same procedure starts again, no, the transferred routes seem to be away again.
At noon Fanid came home with her new books, about Maths, Quran and one called “heavenly gifts”, Science, Farsi, reading, Thinking (!?), social science, business & technology.
In her book of social science, she had to fix extra sheets for additional texts.
In the evening, Nader brought his bike to the bus station for delivery to Mashad.
I accompanied him and we made our last photos at Azadi square
and Nader went to the airport while I returned home to his cousin’s family.