Off to Shiraz

Trip Start May 31, 2007
Trip End May 20, 2008

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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Took an early 1 hour flight out of Tehran to Shiraz.  Waited in the airport a bit and saw vendors selling "Mexican Corn".  Felt like I was at home!  We flew on a Russian Jet probably constructed in the former USSR by the looks of it...but we made it safely to our destination.
After arriving in Shiraz, we saw the citadel and the museum. In the afternoon we had some sheesha and tea after strolling through the bazaar.  For dinner, Reza took us to the upscale part of town to a modern multi-storied shopping center where we ate in Iran's version of a fast food court.  Very similar to ours in the states.  There are Iranian versions of popular american restaurants such as KFC and McD's.
Meg and I are in an internet cafe now surrounded by young students in their manteaus (long jackets) and head scarfs.  Makeup artfully applied, nails impeccable looking so much more stylish than I could ever hope to with my head scarf and all.  Which I might add, is going to get quite old, very quickly!!  I had my friend make me two manteaus (part of the hijab that is required to be worn by all women and young girls over a certain age in Iran.  The other part is the headscarf) before I left which I have been wearing each day.  I was having a snack one day and when I got up a chador or chadar (an outer garment or open cloak worn by some Iranian women when they venture out into public) clad woman tugged at the back of my manteau because apparently it had creeped up and 'gasp' my butt was showing! 
After we finished dinner we came downstairs to sit and wait for our cabs.  A security guard came up to me to tell me I couldn't sit on the planter in front of the new mall.  They take their upscale malls very seriously here!  I was annoyed because it was hot and I was tired...etc.  Almost immediately, an Iranian man stepped in and offered his assistance.  At first I thought that he just wanted to sell me something (too many days in India had made me jaded) but within a few moments after having a brisk conversation with the security guard, he told me that I could sit anywhere I wanted and that it was no problem. This was only the beginning of my many experiences of Persian/Iranian hospitality.
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