Gilan The landscape, so far not very different to the Turkish side, changes to a lush green as we cross the grass-covered hills and slope forests of the Alborz mountain range. We suddenly feel as if we never left Central Europe. The Gilan region is pretty, but not particularly interesting for motor bikingâ€” coastal roads turn out to be highways; the sea and beautiful beaches hide behind houses and trees. Visiting the stepped buildings of Masouleh, we are not very impressed, which might be due to the weekend. The streets are packed with
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visitors and cars and trucks are being worked very hard climbing the mountain roads, making the heavy smell of burned clutches a ubiquitous scent. Shortly after sunrise the next morning we crawl out of our sauna-like tents. For most visitors it is still too early, so we have plenty of time to take a leisurely walk through the narrow and shady alleys. The sweet smell of bakeries is everywhere and we treat ourselves to a sumptuous breakfast of freshly baked bread and local honey cookies before setting out for Tehran.
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