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Travel Blogs from Esfahan
Isfahan - Only a Bridesmaid.... Pt. 2.
... to see and not to countries that people think I should see. I only wished that everyone felt the same way instead of being afraid of the middle east. I am pretty sure they thought I was an alien based on my answer, but the reply back I got was a big smile and a “good for you”.
After some more talk with the family, Bahman and I moved on to the adjacent Winter Room. The room was lit, but Bahman turned off the lights and the room became illuminated ...
Isfahan - Only a Bridesmaid.... Pt.1.
... up his song. As he finished singing, I ended up wandering over to where the young man was standing now chatting with some other folks who had stopped to listen. Bahman translated for me and told me that the people were making requests for songs. I immediately hopped up onto the stone seats under the archway and took a spot for the next song. After some discussion, the young man began to sing again. I had no idea what he was saying, but similar to opera, the inflection ...
Back in Esfahan!
... up beside some girls, who also have a car, and starting a conversation. Usually it requires a bit of cat-and-mouse type driving to get the girls to express their interest. If they are interested, they give you their number. Afterwards, you call them on the phone and see if they are interested. If they are, you drive in a quieter area, outside the main hunting ground, and have a proper conversation. In Iran,
getting the number is the easy part, getting to ...
Half the World Away
... that were needed to get into Iran; but once we were there it was dirt cheap. It was slightly more expensive than India, that was basically free (quoting our Canadian friend that we met in Muscat, Oman).
Deal or no deal
The central square of the city was an open green space surrounded by a covered market. There were lots of stores selling carpets, dates and other touristy stuff. However, there were no tourists. ...
Half of the World
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After a much needed coffee frapachinno, we headed to the river for a leisurely stroll past all of the ancient and beautiful bridges and gardens. The gardens were full of picnickers and couples obviously hiding out from the prejudice of their society. It was beautiful to see, even in a head scarf!!!
That evening, as if we hadn’t had enough of wandering, we returned to the square to see the lights, as each monument was glorified with differing coloured lights. It ...