Well how to describe my time in Iran.. exhilirating, harrowing and everything in between. Its people are the friendliest I have encountered, desperate to show the image we have in the West is so wrong. I had people pay for my taxis, give me rides everywhere and explain all the mosque histories etc. truly wonderful people.
Of course the immigration/customs are the opposite making your life a misery, I was police interviewed on leaving, good cop bad cop, looked through all my photos, wanted names of Iranian students I teach in Australia.. and the south of Iran from Bandar Abbas to Bandar e Lengeh is the most dire place I have visited in over 70 countries.
Ramadhan from 6am to 8:05pm – no water (in 40 degree temperatures everyday) no food, no cigarettes, NOTHING, no shops anything during 6am-8pm was tough..
I met pro and anti iranian government views, both with good arguments either way..
But the sites were truly incredible, the mosques of isfahan, the markets/bazaars, and walking around you feel pretty safe (a common trait i find in most islamic countries)..
My farsi was pretty good – ‘esmayman Jason’; ‘Khosh Vagtam’ (pleased to meet you).. Sob Bakay (good morning), Shoma zebaa (you are beautiful) .. all handy expressions
So its onto Dubai, then Africa and safari time…




















































































































































