And we pack again...

Where are we going? Always home.

The sentence by Novalis makes it easy for me to leave. Not because I am actually going home, but because it reminds me that my home is always within me. And so every departure and arrival is also a departure with and an arrival to myself.

I feel and experience this very intensely on this journey, the longer I am on the road, the more so. Maybe it's also the being alone on the road. I am my own travel companion, and I get along with myself very well :))))

So now goodbye to Tehran, we continue south to Kashan. I won't write much there, but let the pictures speak again.

Sale of flatbread

Bye, bye Tehran, see you again!