Day 239 30 September 2017
Back to Tabriz through coloured mountains with a stop to enable us to walk amongst the coloured rock formations of the Ala Dagh mountains. Our last hike and a gentle walk through the softly coloured hills.
I turned to see where others in the group were and found a picture that had me chuckling. I have no idea what they were photographing but the two keen photographers were similar poised.
Our final lunch was a very Iranian experience – a picnic lunch on the centre grassy roundabout of the main road.
The afternoon extra Leila had promised was a trip to incredible Kandavan village a town built into the mountain side.
All of life was happening in and around the dwellings carved out of the hillside – goats being herded through the narrow streets, women preparing food, small shops offering sweets, dried fruits, souvenirs and local needs.
Looking like Hobbit or Goblin houses with rounded shapes and many variations of doors and windows often in the same house.
Our final tour meal for me was not a happy one despite a great group of travelling companions. My anger at the treatment of our Iranian guide and driver over-rode the pleasure of our final gathering. Not even for our last meal were the Iranian core of our team to be included in our group yet the English guide lined up first, front and centre as usual. Let it Go – Chris kept saying.
