We were in the realm of Baluchistan, waiting in the road trying to hitch a ride when this car filled with Balouchi people pulled up and out of curiosity (you can’t see a lot of strangers and travelers there) asked if what the heck we were doing in the middle of nowhere, on a silent vacant road like that. We told them we’re just traveling eastwards, with no destination in mind. They were shocked and intrigued at the same time I could see. They left and after 30 minutes waiting there in that road, we saw them back, but this time with enough space for us. They gave us a ride to Ramin, and this old fig tree.
This is a chill resort for a lot of Balouchi people to spend their leisured time in. They usually sit around the tree, barbecue some chicken and climb up the hundreds of branches of the tree. They say it’s as old as thousands!