As I
dropped down in elevation I was reaching the inevitable emotional low
point in any journey. The civil war was snapping at my heels and I
was riding a semi-crippled bike in a landscape that was both bleak
and getting hotter with the decrease in elevation. A situation not
exactly designed to create a carefree holiday mood. In these less
than high spirits I pulled into Dezful in search of a sprocket and found a bike shop, but try getting a part for a Maserati at the local
Chevy dealership. Sorry! Hey, nice bike, but we don't see many of
those around here. Checked the slack on the chain and added more
lubricant and limped on to Susa; my entire awareness focused on the
drive train.
Susa, as
an archeological site, was pretty unimpressive. Unlike the splendor I
later saw at Persepolis, Susa didn't look much different than its
surrounding desert environment—except maybe to an archeologist.
the archeological site of Susa |
There
are some relief carvings taken from excavations at Susa in museums
that show there really was something there once upon a time. They are
similar to those you can see at Persepolis.
winged sphinx and archers from Darius's palace at Susa |
Leaving
Susa I thought I might have better luck finding a sprocket in Ahwaz,
the center of the country's oil fields. Oil region + gasoline-powered vehicle = cutting edge shops with up to the
minute spare parts, right? So, I'm bumping along on a two-lane
highway when up ahead of me I see two big trucks coming directly at
me, one in my lane trying to pass the other. Either they didn't see
me or they didn't give a damn, but it was a choice of a head on
collision or swerve onto the loose dirt and gravel shoulder, which I
did without thinking, fishtailing from side to side and struggling to
prevent a nasty, possibly fatal spill. When I finally managed to stop with the bike
still upright under me I just sat there shaking and trembling from
helmet to boots for some time until I calmed down enough to keep
going. I soon pulled into a roadside rest area to refresh and
pull myself together when a car pulled up and some menacing looking
guys got out and headed in my direction.
To be continued...
[All
photos in this post courtesy of Wikipedia. My own have been lost.]
3 comments:
loved the carvings…doesn't seem like a very 'friendly' kind of trip, so far…
da da da dum….can't wait.
R
Hard to make new friends in the midst of a civil war. But an adrenalin rush...
I suppose so…couldn't you go hang gliding or something???
I am biting my nails.
I have a new sense of respect for you, oh Shorn One.
R
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