The Usual: The road we are just driven is not marked on the map and the mileage indicated on the map match the front and not behind. After all, the places and the amount of lines seem less how to be in place. The bad card is in the desert, for a total of more limited set of options then also pretty annoying. So, after doing the first time in the desert west-east have crossed the direction of Yazd and Tabas after still can not get enough, my demand to the right road to get back to the west. The ND is driving a bus driver who drive up its creaking and squeaking bus to the junction would like.
When we have reached the appropriate branch, it can take the bus driver does not get out again and we point out that we are all Aryans, as it were, from an egg. Normally that's the moment in a conversation that I try to make it clear that we do not so much of racial theories. But it's just too hot and too cumbersome, especially as the passenger got out and begins to toy with my T1 VWBus rumzufummeln what takes my full attention. So adopted and on we go. STOP, because we always forget to take photos when we get into conversation with people, even a quick photo. Myself from the bus. Driver and front passenger wishing to set up straight, as has happened to the bus driver that there must be someone on the photo. So the poor Ali will step out of his dreams in the interior of the bus and must be torn photo. He is then slept there, in a country where I've seen anyone yet run around with shorts ...
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