I could not sleep beyond 930 despite wanting to, the room was just too damn warm. Breakfast was decent and Reza came with a surprise. It seems there was a funeral of some dead soldier to be held, which was apparently a sight. I didnt understand much of what he said but decided to check it out for myself.
He took me there on his bike and we parked somewhere on the main road before walking to catch up with a big crowd that was carrying 2 coffins and chanting not so nice stuff about other countries.
The procession was led by a cop car followed by a big vehicle that had speakers mounted on it. Making use of the speakers was a guy chanting some prayers with armymen and civvies joining in too. While most of it sounded religious, it veered into ‘maqbar amreeka’, ‘maqbar saood’, ‘maqbar yisraeel’ which clearly did not mean the 3 were wished well. Sentiments ran high and somehow i felt bad for the dead. Turns out, when the army goes into the desert and finds remnants of lost soldiers, they bring it back to the nearest village to give an honourable exit to these anonymous souls. Anyhow, curious onlookers figured i was alien, not that it changed anything. The procession moved to the Jameh mosque where the last rites were to be conducted before burial at the ziarat (tomb) instead of the cemetery which came as a surprise to me. I decided to move as the Friday prayers were to begin and Reza had already warned me that nothing would be found on the roads except maybe private cars.
So he dropped me off on the highway with 2 phrases to make my way ahead, ‘mikham barin Na’in (i am going to Na’in) and Ra’i ghane (is it free)’. Loaded with the 2 most powerful sentences for any hitchhiker (not that i was a champion at this), i waved to 2 cars before the 3rd one stopped. I chanted as taught and the person asked me where i was from, in Farsi though. Without a thought, he ushered me in and we set off to Na’in. We tried to talk but in vain and then resorted to painting the lovely desert route with loud Farsi music. 70 kms into the drive, we reached the city where he dropped off on the highway saying my bus to Yazd would pass through the route. So my hopes of seeing Na’in were crushed and there was no way i was dragging myself into the town with the heat and lack of transport.
I waited for a few minutes and waved down a VIP bus that was going to Yazd. For 100K, 2 odd hours and we arrived near the Yazd bus terminal. I got off a bit earlier at the round about and bargained a taxi for 50K to drop me till Jameh mosque near which my hostel existed. God know