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... men turned out to be a teacher of English and spoke it surprisingly well, and he has appointed himself my honorary guide for tomorrow!
So this will be my last entry from foreign fields. As good as the trains might be they don't stretch to wi-fi! I shall do a post about the journey from home.
Hope you have got some enjoyment out of the reading and the pics. Hope to see you all soon.
PS - I shall be celebrating (or not) my Birthday on a train.
... in the West thought of Iran and that he was sure that we disliked Iran. But I said that we in the West had learned to distinguish between the regime and the people as well. So we did not just hate Iran and believed all the news in the paper.
For some reason the Iranians really like Germans and Germany. A lot of the people we met had relatives in Germany (this man's cousin I think studied psychology in Frankfurt). I need to find out where this strong bond ...
... guy called Moshen, told us some interesting stories of his life. He was a former prisoner of Ebrat torture prison (active in 1970's, prior to Islamic Revolution) He took us to the Golestan Palace Complex, which had its heyday in the 2nd half of the C19. It's an eclectic mix of traditional Persian design with strong European influences, even some stained glass windows. The large Hall of Mirrors had paintings of various Shas in heavily ...
... this rather unusual request, several other times it was a questionnaire. Iran is trying to prepare for the tourism take-off On a segregated bus, several women to the half dozen men who had entered the female section due to crowding; ( I have hazarded a guess, but it sounded like a good old tongue lashing to me!)..."get off our patch and back where you belong" - which just goes to show that sometimes silly rules can bite you on the bum. Women definitely have the last laugh on the ...
... br> We rolled into the Iran crossing at 4.30am on Day 3 as night turned to day. As weary and drowsy as we were, Tracey and I had a moment of excitement clapping to our arrival. Nasrin looked at us and said with pure passion "I hate you Iran, here I nothing". Aryan pat her leg in comfort as again tears welled in their eyes, forcing our brief instant of energy to subdue as quick as it came out. We still were so blissfully unaware of the everyday life of an Iranian.