Albània - Grècia - Turquia - Iran (Chapel of Dzordzo - Torp)

Motorbike trip from Catalonia to Iran passing through Italy, Albania, Greece, Turkey and Iran.

09-30-2022 - I go back to Maku where the main road is, fill up with petrol (at 30,000 rials a litre, it will be the same price all over Iran), buy water and make an espresso. I ask for an IranCell store but there doesn't seem to be one there, except today is Friday and they're having a party. I continue to Aras Dam Lake, a recreation place for Iranians, now I understand the traffic there. I follow the Aras river that forms the border with Azerbaijan. A twisty and very beautiful road. It's very hot, above 30.
I stop for lunch soup, chicken kebab with rice and 2 ZamZam brand cokes for 1,300,000 rials.
I continue on narrow, winding and rather damaged roads with many cars parked everywhere where there are rivers or trees, it's a party and picnickers everywhere.
In a small town I see an open market and I need to buy more water, I take the opportunity to buy biscuits and see a package that says "Nescafé espresso", I see that it is instant coffee and I take 5 sachets.
When they want to pay the guy gets very complicated, it seems that everything is not quite right, in the end he shows me the calculator that puts 65,000, I give him a 100,000 bill and I don't know what he says and he shows me the bills he has in the box and I don't see a small one, I understand that he says he doesn't have change and I tell him that I already take more things until I reach 100,000 but he doesn't agree and we don't clarify.
After a while a car arrives and a young guy explains everything, the price the shop guy tells me is Toman and I thought it was Rials (1 Toman = 10 Rials), that is to say I don't owe him give 65,000 Rials if not 650,000. Ugh, what a mess.
The sun is starting to go down and I have to find a place to camp soon but it's difficult, it's very mountainous and there are no roads, then it starts to go down but there are quite a few villages and I take a secondary road and see a couple of places, I turn and stop in the second of the places that is half hidden from the road.
I set up my tent and a motorcycle with two boys passes by on the road, they call out to someone and I wave to them and I hear them turn around and stand next to me and as always they speak Farsi and I speak Catalan.
They give me a bag of fruit that they have picked from the garden and talk about going to dinner with them, I say thank you but I'm already making it (a lentil soup), I tell them if they want some and they tell me that thank you and off they go. For dessert today it's fruit: plums and peaches.