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Take an old bus five hours through the Iranian desert north of Yazd and you’ll eventually reach a grove of date palms backed by a low mountain range. Nestled between the palms is the tiny village of Garmeh. It’s pretty much what you’d expect a desert oasis village to look like, minus the sand dunes.
The guesthouse we stayed at kept a few animals. The baby camel was three days old when we arrived. It stumbled around in the pen with its mother, a dozen goats and a rabbit. It seemed happy enough.
Garmeh is the perfect place to sit around and not do very much. Mostly because there isn’t really much to do. Eat, sleep, drink a lot of tea and stroll around the outskirts of the village. There’s no wi‑fi.
If you head a little further out of the village you soon reach the small mountain range behind. There are no paths leading up the mountain but they’re not needed. You just look for the least steep place and start climbing, picking your way over the scree and between the larger rocks as best you can.
Max the dog always followed us up and lead us down again when it was time to go back.
Sunset is the best time to climb. At the top the lens flares are breathtaking.
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