the quest...
It was a long and tiring ride today to Multan, none of it particularly memorable until we arrived in Multan itself. This time (dusk) we were glad of the escort, as the streets were a concoction of confusing, narrow, hectic, winding, unpaved mayhem.
Rolling into Dalbandin, in the dark, after a border crossing and 260-mile ride was an experience I’ll never forget.
The onward journey marches eastward, with Iran only a few days ride away and heavy on our minds, the large sandy desert waiting for our small machines to trample it’s carpet.
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The route we took in Iran caused us to come across a great deal of building works and the remains of a distinct lack of it. The war between Iran and Iraq had certainly left it's mark along the Persian Gulf, but the people we met seem to be moving on and taking advantage of the economic success the country is experiencing at present (in some cities by charging us rates we would have expected in a reasonable hotel in central London.)
Bit of a disappointment really, UNESCO had got their hands on it 
These images are better than reality 
but we had a good picnic 
with a nice view
Landslip on the Black Sea Coastal Highway 
Feels like we're on a 2 week holiday still