Albània - Grècia - Turquia - Iran (Na'in - Isfahan)

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

10/21/2022 - Tonight's hotel breakfast is Western: bread, butter, jam and tea.
I leave for Ishahan, 180 kms away, half way I have to stop for a coffee because I'm falling asleep. I arrive in the city and since it's Friday there isn't much traffic and I arrive early at the Hostel that I talked to Jamali on whatsapp yesterday to reserve a private room for two nights at $17 a night with breakfast and parking in the private garden, I they have recommended this place which is very good.
After showering and having tea at the hostel, I agreed with the mechanic to go for the oil change tomorrow. Then I go to the large and spectacular Naqsh-e Jahan Square and visit the Ali Qapu Palace, the Shah Mosque, the bazaar where Parsa who sells carpets invites me to make tea in his shop and we talk for a long time in Spanish .
On the way back to the hostel, I stop for a kebab with bread in a not-so-touristy street and buy water and chocolate.
At 5 o'clock and before it gets dark, I go to the Khaju Bridge, it's a pity that the river is completely dry otherwise it would be very beautiful. The bridge is large, on two levels, pedestrian, covered, with arcades that create small spaces where groups of people gather: here a group of old people singing songs, there a group of young people who also chat and laugh, in the another arcade a couple celebrating, others taking selfies and lots of people walking up and down.
After dark it is illuminated in monument style, indeed it is, and on the south side there is a large park.
All of a sudden I feel myself flying through the air and lose consciousness, when I realize what is happening I see a group of people around me who are putting me in an ambulance and taking me to a hospital, my back is going very bad
Once there they pass me through X-rays and do an abdominal echo.
My back hurts a lot and they put some kind of very stiff corset on me to make sure I don't move it.
They also put an immobilizer around my neck, some tubes in my nose to breathe better, a serum, they draw blood, etc.
The room is a large room where there is a lot of chatter, about fifteen beds with the corresponding patients and a kind of counter where there are two or three very busy nurses, almost no one speaks English and those who do speak it are not very fluent.
I ask what has happened and they tell me that I fell on my back about three meters and that I have two broken ribs but that they will come for me at night and do a scan (a CT scan).
They ask me for the phone number of someone in Isfahan that I can call, I tell them that I don't have anyone in the city ... well, I know the people in the hostel. They call and after a short while Shahrad arrives, one of the workers who was at the reception when I arrived and keeps me company all night sitting by the bed in a plastic chair.
Iranians are very good people. 😍