Iran, destino final de mi Anabasis.

Donde no faltan liquidos sin graduar

ni tampoco dulces

Abiertos horizontes

A un pasado circular

que nos devuelve siempre a la esencia

de todo aquello que no podemos controlar

que en definitiva es casi todo

Irak, great paradise II

It is easy to find groups of dangerous people

It is not always allowed to take pictures

 

But playing table games are

Sometimes roads seems to go nowhere

but there is always food available

good nightlife

Of course, there are mosques

Narguiles

Real Madrid soccer team fans

Have I said there are also soldiers?

Irak, Great Paradise

Irak looks like being behind barbed wire.

There are lots os cops

If you miss the right way, you are dead

 Kurdistan, a forbidden word in Sadam's time

Sometimes, is like riding in a ghost town

where you can find the nicest mate to ride

And beautiful boulevards

Tasty food

Pretty women

Smooth motorways

Mosques

Soldiers

Yourself

Great people, anyway

Road friends

The road is a great social club

You can find an austrian ciclyst

A calm dog and a turkish walker

Ugly ops and beautiful girls

A crazy Spaniard meeting another mad one

Istambul (the starting point)

Every trip has a starting point

This one starts in Istambul

The road to arrive here was just miles to do

But here is the music, the taste and the smells