Tavrij Apartment Hotel Tehran

... nic zajímavého se vlastně nestalo - snad kromě pokusu okradení zelinářem. Myslel si, že Dolda neumí arabské číslice, a tak mu za kg hroznů naúčtoval něco jiného než měl u košíku. Pekelně se zmýlil...chacha.
Teď sedíme v kavárně, píšeme toto, za oknem mňoukají kočky a my unavení očekáváme odjezd VIP autobusu do Tabrízu v půl dvanácté.

... with us – on top of everything else they did for us we were incredibly grateful to our gracious hosts.

The next morning we were up and in a taxi to the airport by 4am. As we drove through the still slumbering streets of Tehran we both reflected on what an amazing experience we'd had in the three weeks we'd been in Iran. The sights we'd taken in had blown us away and the ferocious heat we'd encountered on the road had been no match for the warmth of the ...

... all day, but decided to join forces and head off to the National Museum together. I was looking forward to seeing some of the exhibits on display from Persepolis and wasn’t disappointed.

There are some great items here, aside from the Persepolis treasures, including fabulous pottery animals and everyone’s freaky favourite .... “Salt Man”! It’s the 1,700 year old remains of a man found in the salt mines and is ...

... l'excellent design du site (une seule longue galerie, continuellement en descente jusqu'ŕ un joli truc en spirale remontant ŕ la surface) aida forcément. A ses côtés se trouve le musée "du tapis iranien", gloire du pays joliment transcrite quoi que vous je sais pas mais moi les carpettes, ca ne m'excite pas plus que ça. Les pičces de 150m sur 200 ...

... approach to security at Terminal 3/IranAir did afford the opportunity to meeet a real live Iranian, living in Blighty, but Iranian nonetheless. Ray. Not his real name as I immediately suspected. Not many Rays would have climbed over the American Embassy gate in 1979 I surmise. As it turned out his name was Reza (more about that name later, so be patient). He was greatly surprised that I was heading on a tourist trip to Iran (again more about such reactions in this blog at a later ...

... out into the chaotic and hectic streets. Inside I was at peace but outside of the cab it is a different world. Taxi drivers change lanes without a second of warning and somehow cars seem to avoid each other. Everybody is zig-zagging around and somehow the zigs avoid the zags. It is truly amazing. The traffic and the driving culture truly defines this city - especially the driving. I try to figure out why the people here are such crazy drivers and why no one pays attention ...

... problems. It is funny because whenever I tell people I am in IT, they want me to fix their computer problems. I told him I doubt I could fix the issue but that I would have a look. Basically his issue was that his computer took too long to boot up whenever he turned it on. So I just removed several programs that were no longer in use and removed several large files from his desktop. Apparently this solved his problem. Maybe I have a new career as a technical support rep ahead of ...

... house and I could sleep there. I kept refusing and he would get angrier each time. It was as if I was insulting him. His persistence made me more suspicious. I told him that I would go to the embassy with him tomorrow and that was his only option. Of course he accepted and of course I had no intention of seeing him the next day. We reached Tehran at 10:30 am. I couldn't believe we finally made it. The first thing you notice is the traffic. There are cars everywhere and ...

... who had spent time in prison for revolting during his student years. We all tucked into a delicious dish of chicken and rice with barberries, whilst Tom faced the highly exciting option of ordering a vegetable pizza, (the Iranian cuisine does not cater for vegetarians but he liked the pizza). Nima produced a bottle of whiskey and a merry time was had by all, chatting and drinking until the early hours. The Pakistani visas took longer than expected so we ...

... bazaar was not housed in one building; it is actually a sprawling and undulating organic labyrinth that has become a city within a city. I flowed with the crowd, traversing through an endless array of sweet shops, spice shops, lady's garments, men's garments, fabric stores, watch repair, juice vendors, kebabis, goldsmiths, kitchenware, electronics, silversmiths, and of course, carpet sellers, all housed under the vaulted ceiling of the bazaar. There is a clear spatial ...