Iran 2017 Part 1 - Arrival
Late last year I ended up in Iran. I was working in scooter caffe in Waterloo, serving drinks and cocktails and cakes. One evening a very attractive young lady approached the counter. Somehow conversation blossomed; she had been studying in the Middle East, in Jordan, and I mentioned my own trip, many years before - Syria, Jordan, all that. Oh how quick we are to boast to beautiful women. The impression was formed that I was something of a traveller so naturally she asked where I was going to go next and, having nowhere in mind, I said Iran. Then her inevitable boyfriend came along, he said "I hear you're going to Iran" and I could only agree, it seemed that I was going to Iran. But all that is so much facetiousness. Nauseous facetiousness. Why did I choose Iran? It felt like it could change, it was different, it was unknown to me, travel was currently possible but that could change. It had already been bubbling in a vaguer part of my mind....