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... signs, passes to customs no 2 to look and sign, passes to custom 3 to look and sign.
6. Go back outside, wait 20 minutes.
7. Hand all documents to person who looks through, stamps and signs.
8. Wait 5 minutes, all customs officers come outside, second cursory search of car, custom 1, 2 & 3 look, sign and stamp. Return documents to self.
9. Wait 10 minutes, given all clear to leave
10. Drive to 'official' car wash for 'mandatory' spray. Spend 15 ...
... much like in Cappodoccia, Turkey).
Back to the contrasts again - in Turkey, the girls are dressed in western clothes, but there the similarities with western women end. Turkish girls don't make eye contact with you, or acknowledge you. They certainly don't initiate conversation. Not even a glace in the street as you walk by, or go past each other in a doorway. Now don't start thinking I'm getting all creepy and staring at women, but at home, it's normal to ...
... continuous rain fell. Once the bus cleared customs and we were all back on board the rest of the journey raced by and before we knew it we were pulling into the bustling city of Tabriz. What time we arrived I don't know due to the clocks changing but it was essentially a 12-13 hr journey including stops/clearing borders. People crowded the bus when it arrived offering taxis and accommodation so in we hopped towards one mentioned in the LP, Morvarid Hotel, which ...
... into a web of commerce. An easy & enjoyable place to get lost. The Azeri traders are gentle & polite, a million miles from their more boisterous cousins the Turks (and even further from the Arabs!). I came back for a second dose of the bazaar on day 2.
The morning of our second day dawned sunny but with a cool wind. We drove about an hour south to Kandovan, near to Iran's 3rd peak Mt Sahand (3707m). K is reminiscent of Turkey's Cappadocia ...
... far into the air and said, ‘Welcome to Iran' and slammed the same rubber stamp with a lot of joy in my passport. At the next station they sent me to another shabby container. Broken windows, an old table and chair, little light and a lot of dirt are my memories of it. I gave the man my Carnet de Passage and he began to look for in a huge stack of books. Then he asked me, ‘Iran finish’? What Iran finish. We tried for 10 minutes to talk, but could not. But ...