How I got to Mandalay is an interesting story which I’ll narrate later; in short, I hitchhiked in a car whose driver chugged two bottles of beer on the way and drove like my departure was on his day’s to-do list. To be fair, the kind soul dropped me right at the hostel’s doorstep and even waited till I checked in. Free rides come with their own T&Cs.
The big day was finally here, Persepolis was going to be mine (I mean for my visit). As usual, I left things to the 11th hour and went around during breakfast asking if anyone was willing to accompany me when i realized the ride would burn quite a hole in my pockets.
Time for some real Yazd exploration. I checked out and left the bag at the reception assuming the day could be wound up by noon and that Shiraz seemed a possibility to reach by night. Clearly, I was wrong.
All the money i saved for shopping will now vanish into thin air – Shiraz it is baby! Well, there’s more, the reason i came to iran for, Naqsh-e-rustam, also brings me here.