Yesterday, something interesting happened on our cycling route, which may not be a bad story to tell here.

At 7 a.m., when we left the main square of the city, we were going to the city of Lisar and from there, we wanted to return via the coastal route. The coastal route is absolutely attractive, and although it has many ups and downs, and it is considered a dirt path, pedaling near the shore and watching the waves of the sea makes it enjoyable.

In the morning, there was a strong wind that we had to paddle hard against it. Personally, I did my best, but the wind blowing in our faces was really tiresome.

On the freeway, cycling in the wind did not seem wise and we decided to go to the beach at the first opportunity and continue the rest of the way from the coastal road.

On the coastal road, we came across an interesting view. Many riders on their horses were participating in a local horse race. The young girls and folks on gorgeous horses were coming towards us.

I have loved horseback riding since I was a child, but in the city and where I lived, there was no place for horses and childhood dreams.

We finally reached our destination by the beach and had breakfast on the grass outside Jokandan Wetland. Then we ran to the lagoon on foot because we had no time left and also we wanted to warm ourselves by running in cold weather.

Anyway, on the way back, courtesy of one of our friends who knew the horse keeper, they allowed us to go inside the stables. It was an interesting experience as I caressed the horses for the first time and look into their unusually big eyes.