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.
This first paragraph sounds like the beginning of a cheesy travel report full of clichés you may find on every third corner of the internet, and perhaps it is indeed nothing more than that. Some of these words aren’t even entirely true. Although I’ll leave it to the reader to figure that out with the help of the (hopefully) following episodes.
Although it’s not my native language I decided to write in english. Some of the best experiences happened because of all the friendly and welcoming people along the way (who don’t speak german). By sharing this travel report with you I want to thank you for the great time.
Enough of the words, the following pictures should give a short glimpse of what is yet to come.
