DAY TWENTY SEVEN… The last day Our last day in Iran. Maryam, our Tehran guide, met us at the station and escorted us back to our hotel. She was keen…
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DAY TWENTY SEVEN… The last day Our last day in Iran. Maryam, our Tehran guide, met us at the station and escorted us back to our hotel. She was keen…
DAY TWENTY SIX… Sightseeing in the amazing city Our only day to take in the incredibly beautiful architecture of Isfahan. I was so taken with the care and the skill…
DAY TWENTY FIVE… Ashura, remembering the Martyrs More celebrations today in the square. And lots more free food and drinks. We go into a mosque and are given lurid green…
DAY TWENTY FOUR… Bus ride to Isfahan We took the metro to the bus station and caught the 9am bus which was running late. It’s a surprisingly long journey interspersed…
DAY TWENTY THREE… Ashura Festival Arrived Tehran still feeling rather Zopicloned out, and searched desperately for tea. Tim is getting through a small amount of the “newspaper” lavash bread; people…
DAY TWENTY TWO… Rest day & night train to Tehran Last night we were given an amazing supper by our hosts in the hotel. The most divine aubergine dish, crispy…
DAY TWENTY ONE… Rest day & sight-seeing We had a day of sightseeing in Tabriz… the Blue Mosque, destroyed by an earthquake in 17thC and reconstructed painstakingly. Ali insisted on…
DAY TWENTY… 16.5 miles (26.5 km) Morning time and tea with the proprietor. The price is decided very slowly over some discussions about the state of the Rial and Dollar…
DAY NINETEEN… 16.5 miles (26.5 km) Morning; and for breakfast Tim eats the local bread, “lavash”, which he describes as like trying to eat a newspaper. We set off. Ali…
DAY EIGHTEEN… 42.5 miles (67.75 km) Woke at 5.40am with the muezzin’s call to prayer from the local mosque. Set out on to the road at 8.15am after buying some…