The decision on where to go next was made while handing over a 50 rupee note during check out when the receptionist asked if i had any indian currency (they had a large pin up of notes from across the world). Rewind…I woke up supremely confused whether to chill during the day and leave for Maranjab caravanserai to spend the night under the stars or head to Abyaneh, one of the most important on my list of to-dos and proceed to Isfahan.
For a change, my second consecutive morning during a trip began without a hangover. I checked out after the pure wheat breakfast and was off to the south bus terminal, Terminal – e- jonoob on the metro headed to kahzriak.
The day began with one of the hosts, Jalal apologizing for Nadir Shah’s invasion of India in the 18th century. I forgave him on behalf of the Mughals saying he was only 200+ years late, which was accepted with a rather noisy laughter
Good question. It was asked by everyone whom i told about my travel plans, albeit with a lot more emotion and shock. Some went on to the extent of asking me if i booked a one way ticket. I surprised them by not getting souvenirs.