I am back from Iran.
To get to the festival we took a shuttle to the local town of Machka from where we hitched a ride to Zigana. Outside of Zigana we came upon the headquarters of the local road engineers who called up some friends who were going to the festival to come and pick us up. 40 minutes later a Hyundai Accent showed up blasting Turkish electro-folk.
The Turkish government keeps me from mapping my location, but I am at the ötögar (bus terminal) in Trabzon on the eastern Black Sea littoral of Turkey. I flew from New Delhi to Istanbul on the 8th of July and have since been enjoying a slow pace of travel in good company.
The famous restaurant by the train station in Trivandrum, Kerala.
My final stretch in India. Having skipped Sikkim to avoid intensifying monsoon rains, I went up to the Himalayas of eastern Himachal Pradesh through the ancient Tibetan buddhist strongholds of Kinnaur and Spiti valleys.
Taking flight in the Himalaya.
From temples to tombs, Madhya Pradesh to Western UP. The departure from Jagdalpur was the beginning of one of my longest legs of transit of my trip in India. The bus to Raipur took 7h and someone was possessed enough to equip it with a horn that could emit five different ring-tones, always at around 80db. Reaching Raipur was also terribly far behind on its list of priorities next to filling the bus with as much people as possible –