“You cannot be buried in obscurity..." Yazd to Shiraz, May 4, 2015

The long bus ride to Shiraz. I remember it being more fun last time. On the way, we stop at the 5,000 year old cypress tree. It is as big as I remember it. This is the first time I'm really overcome with memories. 

I remember Joan being unable to walk down to the tree, and Abdi scooping her up in his arms and carrying her down. Two preteen boys riding up on their motorcycle and chatting with Abdi and Jim. I'm incredibly sad, and in awe that I'm in this same spot again. But I'm not really. The people make the trip.

 

I have a friend traveling with me, and we are having an excellent time. But you can't step into the same river twice - which is incredibly sad. Especially when you should have jumped into the river head first. Knowing what I know now, I would have jumped.

En route, we pause at Pasardgae to see the tomb and palaces of Cyrus the Great. 

“You cannot be buried in obscurity: you are exposed upon a grand theater to the view of the world. If your actions are upright and benevolent, be assured they will augment your power and happiness.” 
- Cyrus the Great