Hotel Media Tehran

During your tour to Iran, it will be a fascinating experience to take a trip to Alamut in order to be personally familiar with the kind of terrain and location where these people stayed in. It helps you learn and remember why assassins had chosen this site to lead their resistance movement against the foreign Seljuk invaders.

A Word about Assassins

As a sub-branch of Shiite Muslims, Ismailis, known as Assassins in the Western world, used to have ...

... br>and singlet top beaming a welcoming smile at us. I was immediately
taken aback by her lack of clothing; I hadn't seem another woman show
anything but her face and hands since we'd arrived in Iran. This
feeling quickly diminished with the thought that I could strip off
the layers and come into this bubble of normality inside the home.
Heath appeared from upstairs and ushered us through their palatial
new house into the kitchen, where we had our first “drink” in
quite some time ...

... and our next stops were limited to the bare essentials of life on the road – diesel and toilet. Diesel was the outrageous price of NZ$1.50 for 100 litres and Mustapha soon chatted up a couple of truckies more than willing to help us out with the use of their gas cards. A simple bribe allowed us to use their card. The bribe, hey we would fill their tanks for them. After all 300 litres only cost $6 usd.

Tehran, Iran mikeandfi

... class part of society lives. They live a pretty good life here and both have very good jobs. We went back to Amir's place at the end of the evening and he has an amazing penthouse condo - huge - overlooking the city with snow-capped mountains in the background. There is a black market for alcohol that he says everyone in his social circle takes advantage of, so he opened up a bottle of wine, put out some cheese and crackers, and they showed me ...

after finally making it to Iran there is so much to say about this country that is hard to describe, it is probably one of the most misunderstood countries in the world with so much to offer it would never fit on this travelblog. Without any doubt, this is one of the friendliest countries I have ever traveled in. After arriving in a completely empty airport we stuffed all our ski gear (about 75kg in total) in a small car that drove us to our very lovely hotel in ...

... en tant que piéton, de crier à une voiture qui passe l'endroit où l'on veut aller pour que le conducteur, si ma destination est aussi la sienne, s'arrête et se transforme en taxi. Une facilité de déplacement contrecarrée par le bordel, une fois dans la voiture ; un constat assez sympathique. Enfin, fourrant dans cette dernière catégorie tant de petites choses ...

... again - having done so at the airport, although it could have been pink with a large bow on the front and I wouldn't have noticed, I was so tired. Mohammad was our soon to be much-revered driver. His erswhile assistant was also called Mohammad, and so began the legend of Mohammad No.1 and Mohammad No.2. Driving a car in Tehran is akin to the children's cartoon, The Whacky Races. Imagine driving a large coach! As Lonely Planet rightly indicates, you initially think the ...

... no sense to him. He also explained to me that he never had a Canadian come to the embassy asking for a Syrian visa. I thought this was surprising. He remained quiet for about a minute and then told me that I would have to wait a week before he gave me an answer. This sucked as my guide book stated that I could get a Syrian Visa at the embassy in Tehran on the same day I applied for it. I wasn't interested in staying in Tehran for a whole week so I told the official that if this ...

... her was that she was not wearing a head scarf. Being in the consulate meant that Iranian laws no longer applied to her. I thought that was wonderful to see. Her friends must all be envious of her as she doesn't need to wear her head scarf all day long. I informed her that I would need a Letter of Recommendation in order to get a Syrian visa and potentially an Indian visa. She said that it wouldn't be a problem but that I would need to pay $50 for each letter. $50!?! Each!?! What ...

... a bottle of water as I was dying of thirst. I asked Ali if he wanted some but he refused. So I downed some water into my body. I could see that Ali was looking around uncomfortably. That's when I realized it was Ramadan. I had totally forgotten. I quickly put the bottle back into my bag and hoped the other people in line would not hate me too much for what I just did. We then went to a bank to change money. I was really glad I finally got to do this. Next we headed to the ...