One should definitely experience trekking between the villages in north of Iran. It’s just plain awesome. Every half an hour or so you’ll get to a new village. And if you get tired you don’t have to worry, hitching a ride to the next village with a pickup passing by is surprisingly easy. And in the next village if you’re lucky – and of course outgoing with strangers – enough, a nice northern lady might invite you to rest in the yard of their old house with kids playing around you, and then she will bring you some hot fresh milk. You’ll drink it and suddenly realize that “Gees, road, again, showed me that this world is an amazing place!”
One of the cars we hitchhiked with invited us to their house for an evening meal. They told us about how living in a village used to look like back then, and how villages are disappearing now.
This village has lost it’s soul. All the young people had already left, in search of a better life in big cities. After this old residents die, this area will be an abandoned land.
He said that back then if something bad hit a family or a villager, everyone would find out and helped to solve the problem. But these days no one seems to care anymore. From some point people started to lose the compassion they once shared.