Hotel New Naderi Tehran

Dnes nás ve Firouzehu probudilo hned několik zvonění najednou, načež jsme se neochotně vydali na snídani. Byla opět stejná jak posledně - marmeláda a divná niva. Po naházení vypraného prádla do báglů jsme odešli na již dlouho plánovanou a očekávanou cestu na Tochal lanovkou. Prosekali jsme se metrem, taxíky a autobusy až k nástupišti do lanovky. Byly ty jednotliv ...

... 8220;God is greatest” in Farsi. These were Mousavi's supporters voicing their protest at the recent election results in the only way they could. Most evenings these people would climb to their rooftops and chant this phrase at the tops of their voices – a kind of urban Bush Telegraph (this chanting of “Allahu akhbar” had been done during the 1979 revolution too). The chanters, who included many women from what we could hear, were taking a ...

... continued, peacefully with more than one million Iranians at each event. They all want change and if the world leaves them alone it should happen, although this will not be a quick change. Mike thinks the Mullahs are hanging on by a thread. History will prove him right or wrong.<br><br>17/06/09 Wed (Tehran)<br><br>We were up early to wave goodbye to 'Kristina&#8217; and crew, before heading off to the local travel agent to collect our tickets for ...

... re après celle du "musée du verre et des céramiques", caché au coeur de la capitale dans une baraque d'une beauté stupéfiante, entourée d'un petit jardin sublime et datant de l'ère Qajar (décidément!). L'intérieur n'était pas en reste, les petites galeries (en outre sympathiques, vous reprendrez bien un peu d'assiette persane?) étant présentées avec une classe ...

What a day! I'm not a morning person. Let's clarify that before we begin. Knowing that will allow you for forgive me all manner of indiscretions and misbehaviour! It didn't begin well. To be honest it began yesterday morning at 5.00 am when the alarm clock interrupted my slumbers. I distinctly remember laying my head on the pillow but a short time before! Surely it couldn't be time to get up already? Ah, the snooze button. An evening person's best friend. I allowed myself one press of the ...

... holding tightly on to her boyfriend on a motorcycle; she was wearing high-heels and her ankles were clearly visible. In a similar fashion, couples walk around in parks hand in hand. The police doesn't seem to care! As I was touring the art museum in the Saadabat Complex, I came across a few depictions of prophets, including Mohammad. The Shiite seem to be more lax than the Sunni on this matter in particular. The ...

... and provide them with some background information. The teacher allowed this. I told everyone about my trip and they were all fascinated which is understanding as it is so difficult for Iranians to travel. When the teacher continued delivering his lesson, some f the students ignored him and started talking to me. They weren't even trying to hide the fact that they were not listening to him. This made me a bit uncomfortable as I didn't want to come across as disrespectful by ...

... thing in Iran and that it would make him look like a terrible host if others saw me pay. It was something I couldn't get used to but at the same time I didn't want him to lose face in front of his people. To fight this problem, I would wait until no one was looking and offer him money. Most of the time he would refuse it but once in a while he would take it if he saw that I was getting mad. He would never accept the money if I offered it in front of a shop keeper, a cab driver or ...

... change. Reformist intellectuals were assassinated, liberal minded newspapers closed and students beaten for protesting. Once again the public lost faith and became disillusioned that change would come from Khatemi's reform agenda. Many reformist candidates were barred from running in the 2004 elections, consequently few Iranians voted and the conservatives were swept back into power. One of the many problems is that the people are too scared to protest ...

... pads, I began to discover, much to my discomfort, that I am a target of intense ogling by virtually everyone on the street. To arouse so much intense attention and scrutiny on a constant basis is an unsettling experience. At first, I felt annoyed by the loss of urban anonymity that I have always enjoyed in big cities throughout the world. With each stare and excited utterances directed at me, I grew increasingly self-conscious, even half-wondering if I am sporting some ...