Trip to the Lut Desert

At 9am we arrived at Kerman for breakfast and headed for the Kotu site on the outskirts of Shahdad. We ate lunch at the Cotsu site. It was an interesting place. Koto in the local language is referred to as desert capers made from bamboo and nettle. After lunch we went around to look around. We were in the surrounding wilderness until after sunset. It had a great view. Especially at dusk when the sands had become gold. In that area there was sand, mud, rock and sand. Some of the sands were black and black, and the effects of salt were also noticeable. There was a lot of crowds in the hills.

It was time to go back to those who had stayed in Kotu for a break, sm family to observe their hijab, brothers! They came here. In short, the crowd was crowded, and as we went, the brothers were apparently gone. But they came again and took charge of the tour. They were talking to the authorities that a very stylish lady without a scarf and a scarf passed in front of my older brother !! Don’t see your eyes the next day. We quickly returned to Shahdad and our residence, which was a boarding school. There he toured with the rest of the leaders who told the brothers to come to school and tell the children to observe. Skip the stressors that supposedly said that you have the authority, but you have to go back because we say! And now here are the remembrances (Tasoa Ashura) and you are at ease! Seriously serious was supposed to be brought back to us. Now, the honorable ladies, wouldn’t it be boring to wear their headscarves? Apparently they had forgotten that Europe did not fight! They are in the middle of Iranian soil and one of the most religious areas. Summary that night was in any order…. We were supposed to go to the Clout area tomorrow morning and, of course, the brothers. In the morning, the tour authorities gave everyone an ultimatum that we had to, or else the tour license would be revoked, and anyone unhappy and unwilling to comply with the law would take his money and be safe.

In short, we went to the Clutts in whatever way we could. We were supposed to hike between the eastern cloaks at noon and go to the western cloaks for sunset.
Well, on Thursday morning, which was also Ashura, we marched into the cloaks in fear of the presence of the brothers. The cloaks we visited were 43 kilometers from Shahdad. Honorable travelers, I don’t know now what was stubborn, they wouldn’t be careless and would wear headscarves down. Most interesting was one of the leaders who was not a head scarf himself but hinted at others !!!! But luckily the brothers were kind of oblivious and no longer accompanied us step by step.

It was cloudy but very warm. We got off the bus waiting for this scene for a long time. The town of Lut was a little farther away.

I really can’t describe the feeling I had at that moment. From afar it was just like a ruinous city. We were going to walk among the ruins. I walked with a glass of family mineral water. I was confused. I really didn’t know which side to look. Until it worked, the ruins of the city of Bodie were. It took a while to get to know yourself in space. But you had to get to know her … The Clutts looked at you with pride. The camera was in my hand trying to record everything I see and what a futile effort. Now, I think if I go back to Lot City, I’ll just look through the eyes and record, not the camera. The desert tempts you to lose yourself and the lure of the temptation is greater. You wanted to go the other direction, to go missing. It felt weird. It was really weird.

Cloaks are natural causes caused by the accumulation of sand and wind and rain. Wind and rain are the architecture of the cloaks and shape them. Structures with amazing shapes to the extent of the viewer’s imagination. Clot of lion – clot of dog – guard – Persepolis – Pasargad – camel These were just some of the clots that although previous visitors had given their names but you could see other shapes in them and of course no guarantees if you come back next year See everyone in the same way.

The weather was extremely hot. Like the afternoon of August one in Tehran. We had about 3 to 4 hours of walking. I have a high sensitivity to terrible heat. It was cloudy, of course, and it was sour, but it was sunny and sunny in the last hour. The sun was buzzing from behind. It wasn’t too much water. I was warmed up. So I have to pour water on my head and sit in the shade. I had to pour water on my head because if I didn’t do it I would have to go to the hospital !!! (I don’t know where the hospital was now!) Leader spilling water on my head said that every drop of that water is now worth a millennium and I didn’t give it up because I had no choice! But it was the same movie because everyone had little water and most of the time they were left without water. I rested a bit in the shade of a cloak and got better. But the last half hour was very hard for the buses because I didn’t want to go out to see the scenery.

We returned from the Clutts and ate lunch near the Salt River (in the local language called Cal Salt). It was said that the river had no beauty every year. It was interesting to see the water in the middle of that break, though that water would not allow any development. The water you saw you thought was life but just touch it! ….
After lunch we headed to the western cloisters. Before that, we had a short stop to see a small area of ​​salt polygons. It was very different from the salt lake and desert desert polygons I had seen. There was a certain chaos, as if the ground was up and down.
But the sunset of the Clouds was another thing. We didn’t have much walking this time. Just about everybody found a corner and sat down to watch the sunset. The weather was cloudy and the sunset might not be as beautiful as ever, but it still had its own beauty, silence, and nostalgia. Sunset over the clouds ….
It was getting dark and we were returning to the buses. We looked at the sky looking for famous desert stars. But it was just a cloud and a cloud but a sky light. The moon was shining instead of all the stars.