18th February Mozduran to Sarak, 87.95 km, 8901.9 TOTALODO
The cock of the station is awake much earlier than the muezzin and sings merrily in four clock in the morning. The night was not so cold and we got a farewell gift a bowl of salad and halva. 
also have bread. What would we do without only medics! Especially in the area where there is so little logistics. We are working up through dense fog the pass and not see anything. 
Within minutes, everything is frozen. We hope that the weather will be better if we go down again, but before, we must reach the pass. Fortunately, it does not go very far up and the car-truck-bus drivers go for Iranian relations very slowly and carefully. As it goes downhill, and the spectacle of Gunda is completely frozen. So stop over and de-ice glasses. Fortunately, we have hot water here, so we can put our drinks to drink in a more pleasant temperature. Soon we can see our surroundings again 
and are surprised that we are surrounded by green pastures and to us over and over again, large herds of sheep. The landscape is beautiful, we are running from a river in the next 
past Villages, built of stone and mud on the River. 
Soon we have the mountains behind us and find an empty stall that gives us a little wind shadow, so that we can enjoy the delicious salad with bread. brings us 
Besides the transmission line, the electricity from Tajik hydropower in Iran. disappear 
When the last hill, there opens a great plain, still brown, but completely dominated by agriculture. It goes downhill, but this must be feeling a little because it also continually uphill again. Today is Friday, and even at these temperatures (barely above 0) picnicking families in the trees and shrubs, to be planted on the edge of the road against the silting. The sand is as fine as one wishes beaches.
We Sarak reach drooling, because apart from the slight head wind and the cold, it just went uphill again and again to not so good roads. We are spoiled by the best roads in Iran with bicycle lanes and road layout with as few pitches. We have reached that Sarak and drove it to Iran! In Esfahan we thought how it would go well with the path to Sarak and then it was the best track and the people of her most comfortable. We are merely cycled all day, so we can release two days Sarak make before we leave after eleven weeks to Iran. Gunda is the headscarf and the pressure must always wear a long sweater or coat, do not miss.
luck with the hotel we have here at the border, although the bed with the first Wolfgang (imported VC) must be repaired ax. How good that we as cyclists are all with you. 
17th February Shurak to Mozduran Maleki, 37.58 km 8814.0 TOTALODO
After the storm has subsided in the first night and only the dogs to hear, in the early hours in the opposite direction again, and greets us began a vigorous East Wind. We build on Forward from push out the wheels from the thorns and make us first in search of thorns in their coats. We pull out a lot, but the good news here is that the thorns as sharp as mistaken, but are not strong. The air in there and we are fighting against the storm. It's cold and cloudy and the barometer says sun! For lunch we have managed just 20 km and have already done plenty. All around us is all sand. Either they are the fields that are not yet green, or it is desert and there are sand dunes. We are glad that the sand is so firm that he is not kicked up by the storm. The river is low and where the river was now salt. We always go to the mountains, annoyed of motorists who honk in front of him. A shepherd would like to invite us to dinner. We reach the junction for Serak and now us, the road leads directly to the mountains. This can be seen now no more, because the clouds move deeper and deeper. The road is scary, the wind was getting stronger and people honk and still call! Meanwhile, it begins to snow and we also decide that we give up for now and look for the medics in the village. We can set up our tent in the garage and get served first noodles! It has become really cold, but the wind has subsided a little and the snow is no longer drives. We see the lit-pass road and hope that it is scattered, since the Way to late buying shows us that the roads freeze already. We are glad that we have enough slack in the event that the wind tomorrow is.
16th February Binalud to Shurak Maleki, 97.06 km, 8776.4 TOTALODO
the morning is cold, although there are five degrees in the tent. The sky is gray and we are grateful for the vision and wind protection of the trees. We drive another 200 meters up and get on the first wind farm since - we think - Greece over. Soon it's going down in the valley and the mountains are suddenly very red. The sky has become blue and it's a huge play of colors. There are gusts of assailants, which we fortunately get more from behind than from the front. Mashhad before our road ends in a highway and is maintained as a small street. We just rumble down the first hill, when we are stopped by a car, spend the four male passers-by as police. Meanwhile, we know the drill, what the situation is not dangerous, but it makes it even more annoying. We already know that they want to have our passport. One is palpable Wolfgang directly opposite, before he Gunda is against violent. She has now stopped a moped rider, from the opposite lane of hands (it's good, long to be in a country and know the gesture), he turns and comes toward us. A second Wolfgang and Wolfgang show any card a copy of the passport. In the meantime, Gunda argued with the palpable. The two grow very quickly into the car and the moped rider has reached us and asks what's going on. We explain it to him in pantomime, but he had already asked, what about the car. We drive on and are annoyed plenty. The road is also terrible, this is the landscape more beautiful. All the fields are already plowed prairie in between is all in brown-colored red. The sky seems close enough to touch. We in the storm that is still there, our dinner with beans and tuna and drive on. 
Fortunately, the road is really good when we turn on the road to the border town. The landscape is beautiful and there is a steep downhill. We have found no more water can and now hope to somewhere to get water and there are actually at the intersection of a very nice "late buying. 
We keep locking and further rush with the wind behind it, are annoyed infinity of moped riders purchase, at a newspaper stand absolutely expired orange juice packs from an owner who is very angry that Gunda is forgiven and the combination " German "and" Catholic "is great. This one might indeed worry more ... The expiration date, we discover only at the Evening. We will try tomorrow. We found a place behind a hill for the night, it is much milder. Unfortunately the ground so full of thorns, that we are very excited to see how the wheels look tomorrow and if our plan is under the tent holds promise. Today, mid-term! Therefore, there's still some statistics for the first 200 days:
to download the graphics here
are Good to see the Alps, the mountains in the Balkans, the Aegean Sea, the Anatolian plateau and the descent to Adana, the continuous rise of Eastern Anatolia and Kurdistan / Iraq the Zagros Mountains in Iran, the Qohrud mountains, the long stay in Tehran, and finally the Alborz Mountains.
Actually, we have resolved to continue until the winter break, an average of 80 km, then 100th The chart shows that this was to keep variety of reasons not always.
Our average speed was between 6 and 18 km / h without breaks. plan is likely to be average to 13 mph.
Our pure driving time per day is in spite of shorter days in winter in about 6 to 6.5 hours. In the summer there was a long lunch break, as explained it then.
The daily increase was usually at 50 to 450 m, are probably all about real mountain trails.
The hotel nights are mainly due to the long waiting time in Tehran on the visa. Camps have been around a long time ago.
rest days due to illness keep still very limited ...
also flat tires are actually felt less than!
was
Most tops are where the most weight is: On the rear of the Signature and the two wheels of the Vitelli Camping.
after 7,000 km of track, we have replaced all four coats. Previously only ruptured or cracked shell. Sigrid brings us back to Samarkand with fresh Maetel ...
15th February was Hemmatabad-e-Zaman to Binalud, 92.73 km, 8679.3 TOTALODO
Last night, it is a true feast after cooking the duty Sani decided to cook for us. Specifically, he has Cook namely "macaroni" in Iran, the collective term for noodles, here specifically spaghetti. These were seasoned with finely chopped and fried onions and potatoes, and curry. It was delicious, although the time - gave us quite a challenge - 21.00 clock.
the morning, we are the first to get up. Our room is cozy and warm and getting up is difficult. 
After we pack up and eaten, Massoud comes and wants to invite us for breakfast, which we unfortunately have to decline. After a photo we can not say goodbye without first checking with beans and tuna - that's wonderful, because we always eat almost only tuna and beans or eggplant paste for Mittasgessen and noodles with tuna for dinner - provided and dried bread and dates and biscuits 
. We are well supplied and continue into the early morning. A flock of sheep with donkey moves into the street, 
shortly steam we see the irrigation ditches. 
The air is still cold and the water comes from underground channels. Until the next major city we go along. In town driving is annoying again, the hard shoulder is gone and people are aggressive in any way. A moped driver applies full drive to Gunda, fortunately nothing happened. We are happy when we out of the city, and we agree that it always needs a night at the medics and keeping alive the many good memories to the land does not quickly find quite terrible. After the hard shoulder is back, driving is pleasant again. The desert is turned into an intensive agriculture and many areas are quite green. For lunch (beans and tuna), we sit in a garden full of trees, the sun is warm. Soon, however, are the first clouds and the barometer is once again in the right: it was like in the morning just round two strokes and then moves to a storm. We say the clouds that they should stay in the beautiful mountain and race animated by the tailwind further. On the way to one of two passports, a truck stops and gives us bread. Soon after, another car stops and gives us a chicken kebab skewer, which is quite fresh. We have no idea how as a passenger in the car making kebab, but it is delicious. Meanwhile, see our bikes more like an auxiliary transport for travel wheels: We have almost everything to eat food than us and therefore there tonight no pasta with tuna but soup with bread and to what luxury, thanks to the gas station, Bitburger Lemon .
14th February Sabzevar to Hemmatabad-e-Zaman, 87.38 km, 8586.6 TOTALODO
At breakfast we discuss a While to have breakfast with all employees, because we do not know whether it is in the price of it, since each component separately on the map and listed price is awarded. After some back and forth makes it clear that breakfast is included (better
the price!). The hotel is chic, but also unfriendly. The driving out of the city is about as annoying as when moving it towards and we have some trouble to get rid of a newspaper delivery boy. Directly behind the city begins a heavily used agricultural area, with only the side managed to flow. We take quite a while, until we come to a village, which consists almost entirely of mud huts. Wash on one of the irrigation canals women clothes, the clothes and blankets ago we suspect that they are Turkmeninnen. The way out slowly and gently along the river upward, desert sections are rare, frequent irrigation is intensive, mostly by hand, but even with machines. This time we do not see any salt residues as a few days ago, where the river bed was completely white. Pass on the road makes a turn and we head straight for the mountains that will be with us for the next two days. Again, it is far more than 2000m high, snow-covered. 
The wind has increased again and the clouds are more. This phenomenon we now observe for days, that increase toward the late afternoon wind and clouds. Just before sunset we reach the next village, where they are warmly received by the medics. We want to camp outside, but that does not come into question and we may back into the house and cooks. In heaven, there definitely needs an extra box for medics!
13th February Kahak to Sabvezar, 87.81 km, 8499.2 TOTALODO
The storm has abated in the night. Yesterday we have eaten with the medics and then get as many canned goods and sweets given that we do not take everything. After we had put a hair station under fire the whole (the Patroleumheizung suddenly caught fire) and have then left for a while with the windows open to the worst smoke outside, we slept well in the warmth and calm of the room. We are already packed with wheels at the door wake up as the medics and say goodbye. 
We drive in the bright dawn while once again gives the appearance of any storm the previous day. The desert will glow and radiate the mountains, there are more and more green fields where water comes from the mountains. This is conducted in ancient canals to the fields that are grooved for it. We see a lot of farmers in this long and challenging work. The fields and desert change quickly. Always again we pass caravanserai that appear suddenly on the horizon as well as mosques. They are accompanied by old trees, often streams and shady areas. We are so happy for the sun, because the wind is so cold, we can well imagine what a blessing these places are in the heat. We are making good progress and continue the day as in front of us, who are two and a half to three-thousand visible in the south and soon we can see them all. To the north stands still the mountain chain that is almost as high as the Alps, they also covered in snow. Reached after a hearty meal at a caravanserai 
very soon our goal, only the last 30km are demanding, because the Road is so bad. 
roosts We are in a hotel which is expensive, it has not the quality, but without finding big search is. 
This is important to us today after we have been left in it towards the city already on the last 20km a minute at rest. Although there are friendly calls, they are tough and a result of this trip is that we do not have to respond to each "Hello" and no matter how friendly or persists. Often it is also dangerous situations because loss among the drivers and their track yourself and others (and us) at risk. We will then try in a way to respond that it is ok for both sides. (Another finding of the trip is, moreover, the ground-card count to 100 to the fixed costs, we have so many cars had been around us and will again have so many around us that it's enough for one life).
12th February Miyanasht to Kahak, 85.54 km, 8411.4 TOTALODO (which is now a different speedometer, flatters your driving distance)
loss: Gunda's speedometer has already made the departure
Viewed: a huge herd of camels!
hear In the night Wolfgang any animal, but see nothing. Otherwise it rains regularly. The morning greeted us with bleifarbendem Sky 
and regular snowfall that stops in between, to start again with the next cloud. It sounds to snow very soon and is just very cold. Since we both have done the water bottle for the coffee water and the Gaskartuche in a sleeping bag, the coffee is pretty good cook. The first mile is uphill and there we pass a restored Caravanserei. 
then we fly down in a river valley, always driven by the wind that drives the clouds before them. 
More and more blue sky can be seen and the mountains are visible to bring before us once again snow-capped mountain ranges. At the first village hold on, we found a shop that aufhat randomly and account for picnic lunch. From drinking tea, the four men in the car next door, unfortunately, we get nothing. At the gas station, we hope to washing water and a sink, to us at last to wash their hands and brushing teeth. There is no water and otherwise tend to leave the station. At the end of the village 
there is a restaurant whose entrance to the bathroom not much confidence-inspiring looks, but the impression is deceptive. 
with teeth cleaned and washed hands and face, we feel the same as, and restart in the wind, which is now a storm that we regularly from the side almost - Gunda once quite regularly and Wolfgang - blowing in from the street. Wherever we look desert that seems to merge with the horizon. 
We pass endless rivers, existing under the rain in a puddle. We also cross a river, the water before we come back at a caravanserai over, this time not restored, but accessible. The way there took us through our first sand storm. 
We could go still, but the eyes, mouth and face full of sand. The caravanserai has fallen in part, but can see much of its original beauty. 
We get the roof. 
Gunda alone as there is, they believe their eyes: a huge herd of camels running through the desert. 
It calls Wolfgang and we enjoy the sun and the view of the camels, certainly 150th As we continue to have all of a water point (we think) met and so they also merge with the horizon and the desert and we were not perceived as camels. We saw camels! And until two hours after we have seen the first "Attention Camels" sign! 
Unfortunately Gunda lost soon after a pulse with a wind gust maneuver. Retraction is not worthwhile, because the loss is only a few miles later, clearly. We learn that these new-fangled plan for turning Speedos are nothing. We fight on through the wind, within a very short time the sky darkened and we go to a pitch-black sky. We see a sign with the Red Crescent, and that it comes in five miles. We rarely been so glad to have reached the station. After a few phone calls, we can stay there and even inside. The storm raging outside, we may be inside, cooked hot showers and even get a dinner!
11th February Shahrud to Miyanasht, 90.31 km, 8198 TOTALODO
That night we have open Window and slept the induced temperature is pleasant. This is really crazy that everywhere energy saving lamps are truly everywhere!, But are then not turn off heaters. As we paid, we get a very different bill introduced and need to test quite a riot until the boss comes in and we can clarify with him that we should avoid eating pistachios worth 10 € from the minibar! We might like to know how many are generous ....
The route takes us through the desert and closer to the three peaks that separate us from the next valley. These are covered in snow and in the clouds. The traffic is relatively little, after all, today Revolution Day. We are advancing well and are somewhat surprised as it passes from one of the first smaller, just as we want to make a street picnic, starts raining and then snowing. I mentioned that we drive through the desert, right? When we sit in our full rain gear to the curb, eating the remaining pilgrims with tuna and snow in crumbs and leave us. As we sit surrounded by beautiful dunes in the desert and it's snowing! It sounds even on when we start driving again and is changing into rain as we go downhill again. After 60km we reach the first town, and consider whether we at the Red Crescent a Nachquartier ask (very tempting), or prefer to continue to collect and kilometers (less tempting). We drive on and it does not stop raining. At the same time the place was less attractive, with the shopping because we were again surrounded by Drogis. The road takes us further up and over another pass, the mountains are now behind us, and for a moment (it has stopped raining in the meantime) the sun comes through the clouds and the mountains are visible in all their glory. Before us lies a valley in the mist, desert as far as the eye. We are looking for a place for the night and find him on the new road. She just has a driveway that has not turned into a mud track, and the road is very tight. In addition, the hills offer a privacy shield. We trust times that the builders are only about seven clock, it is not the first night on a new road.
From Revolution Day, we have in the places through which we drove, noticed nothing, and also the traffic was from midday denser.
10th February Shahrud
We wake up on both broken on the wheel: the difference in temperatures from 0 degrees to 30 degrees is not so readily. Sorry, can also here, as so often the heater is not regulated, so that we open the window.
Today is laundry day again - this is the 30 degree turn, virtually - And everything is dry in no time. Television is full of revolutionary images, while reports on Egypt. For lunch we go to admire the fresh air again and the forest that grows here in the desert. Many shops are closed and the streets are quite empty. We eat in a small restaurant to domestic prices and hike a bit up and down before we go back to the hotel. Although the weather forecast was announced on television snow, we have wonderful winter weather.
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