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This part of Iran is Baluchistan, a region that spans the border with Pakistan. The men are wearing shalwar kameez. Bam looks a bit poor and a bit rough but considering it was flattened only ten yers ago, it's not so bad. Date palms dot the city in clusters. The main palmeraie lies off in the distance. Crystal clear water runs through the channels beside the road, irrigating the trees. Our hotel is basic and over-priced so we decide to visit the Argh-e Bam in the morning and then cut and dash back to Yazd. Walking to the edge of the new town we see the crenellated mud walls of the fort on the hill in the centre of the citadel.
As we get nearer we begin to understand the scale of the old city and the amount of work involved in trying to restore it. The site is perhaps not as large as Pompei, but the mud structures date back about 2000 years. Photographs taken before the earthquake show many of the grander buildings that are now mostly fallen down. However, wandering around on our own, the place deserted except for the workers, we can still get a good feel for the place. The outer walls are being rebuilt and there's plenty of scaffolding propping structures up. By midday it's blazing hot in the sun and we head back to Yazd, happy for having made the long trek out to this oasis.