Howeyzeh Tehran

... Na hotelu nám &#345;ekli, &#382;e nev&#283;dí jist&#283;, jestli pro nás mají místo a a&#357; se vrátíme zeptat ve dv&#283; hodiny. Nechali jsme si v hotelu zavazadla a vyrazili do blízkého parku.<br> Po chvíli plánování dal&#353;ího programu se s námi dal do &#345;e&#269;i ("Where are you from?") u&#382; n&#283;kolikátý domorodec. Po chvhíli konverzace se nabídl, &#382;e nás odvede do vyhlá&#353;ené &#269;ajovny. Souhlasili ...

 The image of Iran as a travel destination <br><br>Dear Sir/Madam<br><br>You are invited to participate in a research study. The purpose of the study is to gain insight into how visitors of Iran perceive Iran&#8217;s brand image and destination personality. Your truthful responses will help the tourism authorities of Iran to better understand your perceptions and experiences and to serve you better. The data obtained from this research will be used to ...

... all forms of life ceased to exist. The sudden contrast was astounding.<br><br>With about 50kms to go to Tehran we thought we were doing pretty well for time; little did we know that we would sit bumper to bumper in an enormous traffic jam for the next 3 hours. Our plan was to meet our wonderful friends, Nikki and Heath Fisher, and stay with them for a few days. Heath had recently been posted to work as a diplomat at the New Zealand Embassy in Tehran (covering Iran, Afghanistan and ...

... to lots of other Iranian friends. But the most comical was his insistence that they really do have a free country - it's just that they have chosen to accept a "different kind of freedom." Whatever, easy for the guy in a short-sleeved shirt to say. I decided to let it go in the spirit of staying out of trouble with our guide since I'm sure he's paid to spread the propaganda. Tomorrow we're up early to catch an 8:30am ...

... soon discovered that Ali's life revolved around leaving Iran as soon as possible (as much as all other we have met here) and start a new life in Europe. Preferably Sweden of course, according to Ali. Ali showed us many interesting places around Tehran and helped us not to get ripped off from taxis, kebab places etc. One night Ali showed us a really interesting underground cafe where the hip crowds of Tehran youth gathered to drink tea, smoke water pipe and ...

... iraniennes et non anglo-saxonnes), est aujourd'hui occupé par les Gardiens de la Révolution Islamique ; donc non accessible. J'eus la chance de discuter avec l'un de ses membres qui y entrait, mon timide fârsi aidant... l'occasion simplement d'un rappel sympathique mais ferme (pas de photo) et d'une appréciation pas trop sévère d'Obama. Bon. L'épisode a l'air ...

... 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 ...