On 26th of may I departed on a voyage. With a newly minted masters degree in Geophysics I didn’t feel like having a job straight away, working 40 hours a week and spending 21 days a year on some beach on a mediterranean island. Instead I sought for the cure of something that is best described with the german word Fernweh. So I strapped some luggage on the back of my motorcycle and left Germany with nothing but some money and an Iranian visa in my pocket. I didn’t plan, didn’t know which roads I’m going to take, in which places I would pitch my tent and most importantly I didn’t have a schedule.