The Long Path to Gowatr

Heading towards the most southern point of Iran. Again a long road trip, passing by the so called Pink Wetlands. Wetlands I have seen. Pink? Not so much.

And again a reminder: ​click on photos to show them enlarged and prettily framed.

Finally we reach the sea. Amazing geological structures – weird mountains, in other words, while turtles breed on the beach.

Stop for lunch at a private home again. We always felt very welcomed.

Children usually were interested, but kept a distance. Here – not so much. They were, let's say, rather persistent. Hanging on the driving car for one.

We went for dolphin watching with small boats again. Dolphins we did not see. Unfortunately though trash again on the beach and fish that was caught but not used.

On the way back again. And this was maybe the most amazing part. Intense landscape. Speaking of which. B/W comes to a limit at that point. So just take it as a promise, and return, as soon as the color photos are embedded into the regular section of this site.

Driving up a cliff where the rocks break off like butter cut with a knife. And down, where the butter ends, a small harbour. And not to forget, tea in the end made by experts.

In the distance, stacks of mountains. On the bottom, the cliff.

When you overcome your clinging to life and step to the edge, you see a small harbour down there.

Eventually a last stop to embrace the landscape – and tea.