Azadi Grand Tehran

... stě jsme si kromě čaje objednali místní specialitu jménem dizi. Způsob konzumace tohoto jídla je poněkud složitější. Celé jídlo se sestává z místního chleba a velmi horké keramické misky naplněné masem (v našem případě jehněčím), rajčaty, další zeleninou (a pravděpodobně dalšími ingrediencemi), to celé zalité vývarem. První fáze spoč ...

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... to limited email access the last few days and no phone
(UK phones don't work in Iran) our meeting plans had been a bit
skeletal. Our timing wasn't ideal as the day we were arriving Nikki
and Heath were moving into their new house, however they assured us
we were more than welcome to come and stay.




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five lanes of highway in front of us were choked with cars like an
army of ants stuck in tar. The traffic system seemed completely
unsystematic with an absolute disregard ...

... to Shiraz, which is about an hour flight south from Tehran and we'll be met by a different guide there. Shiraz is a city known for arts and culture and home to some of Iran's famous poets. We've been told that during the New Year a lot of locals visit places like Shiraz, so we're expecting it to be quite a different experience from Tehran and will have no shortage of opportunities to meet and talk to the locals. Until next time!

... visiting. Some places can really surprise you, you can find the most friendly people in the countries you heard nothing but bad things about. So brake that chain of prejudice, and go see the places from the bottom of your list, you will be amazed by all you've been missing. There is a book that talks allot about these kind of things, it is a travel journal of an Iranian American entrepreneur , called The Age of Nepotism. I warmly recommend it. www.theageofnepotism.com

... raconté comme cela (et d'autant plus que j'ai perdu les sublimes photos des fresques violemment anti-ricaines ; "down with america", la statue de la liberté avec une tęte de mort..), mais l'impression d'ętre au coeur d'une grande puissance internationale, dont l'impact sur l'histoire contemporaine a été -et est- celui que l'on sait, évidente. Teheran est ...

... Relieved that my existing plans for the evening hadn't been circumvented I moved quickly to the baggage carousel and the scrum that was the x-ray machine at the exit. Why would anyone put an x-ray machine at the exit? That was until my attention was attracted by our tour guide holding up a ridicuously small notice, which when I left the queue to read said we were to change US$100 or US$150 at the bank prior to exiting the arrivals hall. Owing to my state of extreme tiredness I thought I ...

... on Desperate Housewives. I said hello to him in Persian to break the ice (even though he wasn't Persian) and shook his hand. He looked at me and asked if I spoke Persian. It seemed like he asked the question knowing full well that I was going to say no. Not liking his game, I told him I didn't speak the local language but that I did speak English, French and Italian. I wanted him to know I wasn't the dumb **** he may have thought I was. The man was all business. The ...

... theýr kýds. I found this thinking a little confusing as the only reason he left Canada was to be free. I feel bad for his kids. They are going to miss out on some fun drinking games in University :) I also asked the man about men's behavior towards other men. Given that I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable with all of Ali's obvious affection towards me, I wanted to understand if it was normal for Iranian men to put their hands on other men's knees and rub them as well as ...

... nice and made my journey to Iran an enjoyable one. Just before getting off the bus, Nice Guy Ali asked me what my plans were once I reached the terminal. I explained that I would probably go directly to a bank to change my US dollars into Iranian Riels and then head over to the Syrian Embassy and start the process of getting my Syrian visa. From there I would go to my hotel. Nice Guy Ali couldn't believe I was going to do this all on my own in a city like Tehran. I said it ...