Soon after leaving Isfahan and as we drove along golden grayish mountainous areas with specks of green I felt closer to the Bakhtiari Nomads. We eventually stopped at one of the several groups of Nomadic tents we had come across on the way, which was specifically managed by a Nomad lady whose son lives in Germany and has this complex of tents set for those who need a rest or a cup of tea on long distance travels. It was as if it was the beginning of an "adventure" into the world of the tribe I had only read about in books.
(to be continued)
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