After falling into bed dead tired the night before, we slept in today. While Melanie got ready, the owner Andreas showed the facility. After 5 years of construction, the family was able to open the neat Hotel Payab only 8 months ago. Due to the hot environment, work could only be done in the morning and at night.
After breakfast we started to the Keshit Canyon. Already after 15min drive we had the third car breakdown in this vacation. Like the day before there were problems with the fuel lines at Amir’s Samand. Every day the same procedure. Amir called his friend Mohamad, who should now drive us to the canyon. As long as we waited, Amir provided us with cake, tea and coffee. After about 40 minutes Mohamad drove up in a 4×4. Unfortunately he didn’t speak English, so the day was pretty quiet – at least on the conversational level. Literally flying over the asphalt, we first reached a restaurant in Keshit. The nice lady had already conjured up a delicious menu for us. Andreas gave the impression of not being full, despite the huge amounts of food, because he was the only one who stuffed these huge amounts into himself. Promptly, he therefore got seconds.
After lunch Mohamad disappeared together with the vehicle and our luggage. To make the waiting time more pleasant, the nice lady gave us extra pillows so that we could rest a bit more. On time 17:00 o’clock Mohamad came again to the restaurant. Due to the heat, we didn’t continue to the canyon until 17:00. Our driver showed again his driving skills and so we drove directly through the river towards the canyon – today Mel held on permanently to the “emergency handle”.
The narrow path down to the canyon was not quite easy to manage on foot, so Mel once again blew to strike. After a while and a lot of complaining, she could still be convinced that it is not so bad to dare the further descent with sandals on the muddy and very slippery clay floor. In the meantime, Andreas didn’t care about anything. He blithely jumped with his – days before still worth protecting – shoes into the small streams and everything was smeared with wet clay.
Carefully, the 3 of us made our way further down to reach a small lake with a waterfall at the end of the path. Local men were already refreshing themselves in the cool water, while the children and women were only waiting on the sidelines. We refrained from cooling off, especially Mel did not have the appropriate swimwear. The two families still insisted on souvenir photos with us – strictly separated by gender. We then enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet after the families had left the scene, while the nibble fish made themselves over our feet.
After strenuous climb and thus arrived back at the car, Mohamad cleaned Andi’s clay-soaked shoes – the pants would have needed a washing machine at this point. Around 19:30 we drove back to Kerman. While we enjoyed the day, Amir first had his car towed and repaired in a workshop (a quick roadside repair had not been possible today) and still managed to meet us for dinner.
We changed cars again just before the bus station in Kerman and drove with Amir to a legendary falafel snack bar, according to him, the best in Iran. There was a big rush, so we had to wait a bit, but everything was well organized: we got a slip of paper with a waiting number. Amir, who was prepared for everything, brought out the camping chairs again and so we sat on the side of the road and ate our falafel sandwiches, which were really insanely delicious. Afterwards, Amir took us to the bus station and waited until we were safely on the bus and had left around 0 o’clock. There was food in the TBC bus, but Amir gave us another tin of cake and a bulging tin of cookies from Kerman.
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