4 years on a bike

I meet Czech cyclist Dalibor and we travel together for safety reasons across the desert. Then a couple of French Guillaume and Pablo on a tandem join who have a common budget and because one smokes a cigarette the other one makes a tattoo. The confrontation their fast-driving policy and half-day's lying versus my contemplation of a million small places and stops.

We meet Germans who have converted a car from transport horses for a flat. His owner who is an industrial designer and lives in this way for 17 years.

We slept in an abandoned 500-year-old temple in the middle of the desert and crossed Varzaneh, the city of Zaroastrian, where women wear white. In the desert, a large stone is an imitation shelter where you can put up a tent and sleep despite the fact that the temperature has dropped to 2'C during the night. What a taste has some rice from the fire in the desert where the fuel is dried out bushes. I'm exhausted after 110 km today.