Iran – Salam Aleykom.

“I’m in Iran and I don’t know where my passport is!”.

A sentence I couldn’t have predicted me using, ever. It was an unsettling time…

After hours at the border, fingerprints with permanent-ink and some general faffing by the fixer we were in. My passport is mine again.

The truck-ladies are wearing traditional clothing, considered too sober by some local women, but a safe bet. Any male complaints about having to wear a long sleeve shirt NOT appreciated by them!

So far Iran is looking like one of the reasons I signed up for this trip.

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