The room was still dark when I opened my eyes for the third time. Fitful sleep on my first night anywhere was a given. My overnight stay in Yazd, however, was special. The chance to catch a sunrise in the desert for the first time beckoned and I wasn’t going to miss it. I checked my phone; a few minutes remained before it was scheduled to wake me up.
I slipped out of the warm embrace of my bed and threw a windbreaker over my pyjamas. Twilight had already begun, so finding the staircase that led to the rooftop was easy. Thankfully, the receptionist hadn’t locked the door too. I gave it a gentle push and it heralded the rush of crisp air with a metallic creak.