An early night with zero entertainment seemed very appealing, so, a hotel was on the agenda. Only, we couldn’t find a hotel. Turn left at the roundabout and then straight on. No, back where we came from. Hotels in Iran are hidden, but, we found one. Didn’t find a restaurant though.
The road was straight and flat with a slight tailwind. We cycled some effortless kilometres along a wide, barren valley. The only interest was another police passport check.
Quchan seems to be very conservative. All women walk around fully covered in black. Even the hairdresser has thick curtains so as to prevent men from seeing women unveiled.



