I left this quiet friendly couple (who will be a family in a few months) for my last bike ride until Malaysia (see following posts).
Somayeh: “My eyes are not open!”
Martin “now all eyes are very open”
On the way, sometimes I saw strange looking buildings
and hoped the do not belong to a top-secret underground don’t-know-what 
and/or nobody sees that I take a picture.
Around the next of these buildings sheep flocked and after that I was quite sure to be on the safe side.
The next what I saw was written “Bandar Lengeh 340km”.
According to my calculation, it should have been less but I still had to go on to Lar and I remember street sign in wrong positions (when Nader and I would have hoped it would be only 30km left but it was more).
ACS and a man came out for asking “the” questions and as an answer he got my information paper. Then he asked his daughter to come out for a photo and a selfie.
she first was very shy when her father wanted to take a picture but then she kew how to pose
Those encounters are still nice for me, as the show me those friendly people of this country. But I would wish to have shadow in these moments – the sun seems to be much stronger when you stand instead of biking. (Later that day I felt cold enough)
My phone didn’t work until I arrived in Lar, but a man on a motorcycle who had been talking to me showed me a shop for charging my phone (I had hoped he would bring me to an Irancell shop but in the end it was ok) The man in the shop cared for more customers at the same time and between that, my phone revived. I don’t know if there is any connection to what he did, because he still tried something (and when he got back to other customers, I quickly put out messages to Arash and Majid) and in the end he gave up. But I had what I needed – contact to my host Majid in Lar.
The location he had sent was so exact that I landed in front of his house, his elder son, Taha was near and smiled, the door opened and a woman started talking to me in Farsi and slowly I realized that these were not friendly neighbours but family Abbasi. Majid came soon after me. His niece Bahar and his wife Sedigeh prepared a meal and I don’t know why I didn’t find a good time to take a shower, maybe that would have been better? (See later)
Anyway, I liked the food the funny pudding and special drinks (for example self-made carrot juice with ice cream topping) but it was too much to even try everything ?
Majid offered a tour to old Lar (after the big earthquake 50y ago a new Lar in very rectangular form had been constructed). We went to the old (I think he said 500y) Bazaar
Majid with Taha at the Bazaar crossing
…saying something like “closed because of prayer time”
and he showed me that compared to the bazaar, the street level was rising over the years, so the bazaar needs some stairs down to be reached.
When we walked on, Majid showed be a building similar to the not so secret once on my way but made of clay instead of concrete and he told me that it was for water storage.
Many destroyed houses were to see mainly on the hill-side
We went up a hill to the remains of a castle,
and then back home
Maybe you can guess it was time for another fruit and tea session but not the ranginak that Majid’s sister Maryam had prepared!
I wish I could have eaten more but it was impossible.
Then we left to the city Evaz (40km from Lar) for dinner. In Evaz, Majid explained that we first would visit a museum. We came there and around 10 people were waiting for us and later also an English teacher came specially to translate the information for me.
There were so many interesting things to see and a photographer making lots of pictures and so many friendly people who had made efforts to show me this place, so I tried to go on although I was very tired and exhausted.
cradle with safety belts
bride and groom had to sit on that and important things for marriiage were in it
only before marriage, girls started to remove hairs from their faces, with these tools
friends decorated this special room for bride and groom and the should not leave that room for seven days – this family didn’t stay so long
in front of the 3-door wall, looking at the 5-door wall
paintings on the 5-door wall. Said to be original but look renovated
utensils to make babies swallow liquids properly
one who would need support (money for renovation and exhibition), one who could give and one with best connetions
After the tour they asked me to sign the guest book
and when we were leaving the house, one of the guides and “my” translator wanted to show me a special bread of this city. I indeed only wanted to see and maybe smell it I couldn’t imagine eating anymore.
Meanwhile also the family was too tired for restaurant and so they had at least this bread. On the way home, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable and cold but didn’t care too much as I thought we would be at home after a while.
Then I finally took my shower and started freezing and hoped in bed it would become better. I was shivering in chills and so tired that I had to force me to get more clothes and then even more and then it turned feeling hot and finally I knew it was not only being tired, exhausted and a weak circulation or so, I was ill now. To make things more interesting I had to visit the toilet every hour. The Iranian toilet is a challenge for me in any case but now it was very hard, but I had no other choice than to do what has to be done.