Gilan

Nabi showed me the places of his childhood and the gardens of his father with the pomegranates, figs and the beautiful big olive trees. Unlike in Europe, the Olive trees here grow slimmer and higher and together, they form a shadowy roof. Unfortunately, not much from the sites of N's childhood have remained as a catastrophic earthquake hit the region in 1990. We spent some time at Nabi’s house to have a break and meet with his family. He has five sisters and all of them are very warm and nice and cheerful. So it was a very nice stay and they pampered us from early morning until late at night. We undertook some nice trips in the North of Iran to the Caspian sea, passing the beautiful, very green rice fields and walking through intensely smelling tea plantations (it really smells as if you open a tea box of first quality black tea!), strolled in the high mountains above Rudbar and through the “Djangal”, the thick jungle of the northern Alburz. Towards the end of April, it was time to move on and we left the north to drive towards Isfahan.