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People I met here who contributed to, and improved my trip: Julia (Russia), Mojtaba and Laleh (Iran)
08.00 may not sound like an early start to most, but as it was the umpteenth day in a row that we had to get up at this time, i really struggled to make it to the shower. After packing our bags we caught a taxi to Amir Kabir bus terminal, located in the South West of Shiraz. From here we weren't really sure of how to get to Bishapur, but this problem soon solved itself as we found a savari, or should i say a savari found us, that was heading there. The 140km journey only cost 25,000 Rial ($2.50) each and not only was it comfortable, but it also saved a lot of time from trying to get there by public transport.
Our taxi driver was a nice bloke who did his best to communicate with us, and when we arrived he drove around until he made sure that we were at the place where we wanted to be. Before leaving, he pointed up to a cave in the mountains and repeated 'Danger', then made gestures that if we went up there we were sure to be robbed. As if this wasn't worrying enough, he pointed at Julia and started saying 'Danger' and pointing up again. The cave in the hill was our main reason to be in Bishapur, so we decided that we would need to ask around before deciding whether to go there or not.
The first site that we decided to go and see in the area were six bas reliefs that were carved into the walls of two opposing mountains. Thankfully the ticket collector allowed us to leave our huge backpacks in his office, as it would have been too hot to lug them around.
Having seen this we crossed the road to look at Shapurs Palace and Anahita's Temple. From the road side it looked like the ruins were just a small brick wall, but as we passed beyond this, it became apparent that the place was far bigger. Crumbling buildings dotted the landscape for as far as the eye could see and we also got a glimpse of a ruined castle on a nearby hill.
Back at the entrance to the Palace grounds, we began chatting to the guy who worked in the Tourism Office and he told us to move our bags to his room as they would be safer, then his friend gave us a pomegranate to eat, which was nice! Having transferred the bags, we asked if it was safe to climb the mountain to see the cave and he said that it shouldn't be a problem, although it was getting rather late in the day.
The hour long climb up was tiring, as we followed a trail that faded in and out, as it crossed large patches of boulders. Julia became so exhausted that she vomited, but bravely carried on at a pretty good pace.
Having thanked the man for looking after our bags, he explained how we needed to try and get a taxi to a nearby village and then connect with another taxi to Bushehr. We stood on the roadside for no more than a minute before a car pulled up containing a man, his wife and a small baby. The man asked where we wanted to go and after explaining to him, he said he could take us to the nearest village, where we could get a bus to Bushehr. Rearranging the picnic hampers and blankets into the boot, we jumped into the back seat with our backpacks on our laps and off we went.
The journey to the nearest town took 10 minutes and in this time we completed our introductions and found out that our new friends Mojtaba, Laleh and their six month old baby weren't even heading in the same direction, but had seen us on the roadside and it was 'their duty' to help us out! At the town we couldn't find a bus to Bushehr, so Mojtaba called a bus company to reserve us a seat, then drove us another 15 minutes down the road to a junction where we could connect with the bus.