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Middle East » Iran » North » Tehran July 21st 2007

La frontiera tra Turchia e Iran e' stata superata con molta facilita' e senza alcun minimo controllo dei bagagli alla ricerca di sostanze proibite, dannazione! Giusto il tempo di cambiare le poche lire turche in Rials che mi ritrovo in mano due grandi mazzette da non ho ben capito quanto, ma che bastano a farmi sentire ricco ed onnipotente; probabilmente il cambio e' stato una fregatura, ma il venerdi' le banche sono chiuse e comunque chissenefrega: le mie tasche sono gonfie da scoppiare e non vedo l'ora di addentrarmi in questo nuovo paese! Ci fermiamo a Maku, prima citta' dopo il confine, e realizziamo che e' troppo tardi per prendere l'autobus per Tabriz, ma non vogliamo assolutamente passare la notte in questo anonimo villaggio; gli unici mezzi in partenza sono diretti a Tehran e ci ritroviamo ... read more
Il traffico infernale
Paykan!
L'ingresso al grande bazar coperto

Middle East » Iran » North » Tehran July 3rd 2007

Orumiyeh - Tabriz - Tehran - Mashhad - Bam - Kerman - Five Finger Mountain - Shiraz 'I wanted to escape, to experience freedom. I left Iran, crossed Turkey & paid a few thousand dollars for a place on a boat, already full of asylum seekers, heading towards Greece. My own passport would get me no further; I disposed of it and bought a fake one from someone else. The journey was treacherous; the boat sailed at night and when we reached land the only way forward was up. Beyond a precarious cliff edge climb was freedom. By the time I reached the top my hands were bloody, I was exhausted. I'd made it; but not everyone else was as lucky as me' Welcome to Iran; a land of contradictions where people are extremely passionate about ... read more
Local Style Rug
Camel Burger?
Drum

Middle East » Iran » North » Rasht June 29th 2007

Portraits of turbanned Ayatollah Khomeini are everywhere, whether it be on a huge billboard in Tehran or a postcard pasted on a goat-shed in Kurdistan. Eventually, it came to the point that he felt like a friendly smoking buddy on my trip, and I was no longer intimidated by his signature 'angry Sean Connery' look. Anywhere, I'd light up a cig, feel his stare, and nod in acknowledgement. Yo, long day man. The national icon has become the visitor's local mate. In all urban areas, local hot spots happen to be located on either Imam Khomeini street or square, so it's a dead giveaway when you're new in town. Can't read Arabic numerals on your Iranian rial bills? Not to worry, the street vendor will tell you how many 'Khomeinis' he wants. Can't read street ... read more
Grand Ayatollah Portraits
Glasswares Museum, Tehran
Glasswares Museum, Tehran

Middle East » Iran » North » Rasht June 28th 2007

Tough hiking proved to be impossible for me during my trip in Iran, not only for my untoned blubby form (next stop, Jabba the Hut!) or my smoker's black lungs, but the sad fact that my only pair of walking shoes had been destroyed when (one of) my bottles of scotch erupted in my suitcase and drenched my shoes in beautiful liquor as soon as I got to Iran. I personally wouldnt have minded giving off a scent of Johnny instead of some annoying fruity perfume reserved for baby prostitutes, but I knew that cops would give me trouble while my fake crying wouldnt help. This was a sign from some deity. At college, even when people didn't know my name, I was known as 'the asian with the random australian accent and crazy shoes'. ... read more
Alamut Tower
Ilkhanid Ruler's tomb
Alamut Castle

Middle East » Iran » North » Bandar-e Anzali June 27th 2007

I have a secret shame during my journeys, that is, I always inquire the word for 'Snow' in the local language during my travels. Why? Well, due to language barriers, my taunted nickname at my Aussie school was 'Yucky Jen Crummy'. It was a rather sad coincedence that my japanese names sounded similar to such unfortunate vocabulary. Both of my first names mean 'Snow'. So, as a result I always sought new words for my name. I've found out so far that in Turkish it is 'Kars', 'Lumi' in Finnish, 'Nipha' in Greek. They seem to sound so much better than 'Yuki'. So, during my travels in Iran, I decided to inquire. Turns out to my dismay that in Persian, it becomes....'barf'. Oh. Suddenly, I'm quite happy with my original name. At least it doesn't ... read more
Anzali
Bandar-e-Anzali
At the Lagoon

Middle East » Iran » North » Astara June 26th 2007

Nightfall, an old, vacant inn in the quiet countryside. In my room, I was in the shower. All goes black. I scream. In pitch darkness, I have shampoo in my hair and a bloody cucumber mask on my face and the water's become part of the distant past. I wait for 10 minutes for the lights to come back on. No luck. With a towel around myself, i trip over everything between me and the door and finally burst out to the corridor. I scream. "We've been waiting for you," they say, ghostly pale Japanese women circled my door to my shock, their faces glowing blue in the dark from the cell phones they're holding. "You must go down to the lobby and get help. We don't speak English because we're old. The phone is ... read more
A little shrine outside Astara
A little shrine outside Astara
Astara's ricefields

Middle East » Iran » North » Ardabil June 25th 2007

By coincedence, Japanese and Persian have identical phrases which are completely different in meaning. Hence, a little Japanese dialogue with a fellow JP tourist could result to disaster. Two Japanese women ran up to me, freaking out when a bunch of curious Iranian locals pointed at them shouting 'Shinei! Shinei!' - they were merely saying 'Chinese?' but in Japanese, this is an imperative command meaning 'Die!'. In the marketplace, some Japanese tourists and I noticed the bizarre form of watermelons on display. to this, we said the phrase 'Hendawane~' (meaning 'how odd!'). Hearing our conversation, the fruit vendor smiled and gave us three watermelons for free. we were puzzled, but accepted them anyway. Other fruit vendors nearby did the same, and some of them decided to just throw them at us like bloody hotcakes. One barely ... read more
Ardabil
Ardabil
Ardabil

Middle East » Iran » North » Tabriz June 24th 2007

A moment after I'd finished the sweet cups of tea that a local street vendor gave me, I suddenly realized they were definitely stashed with something. Panic struck me, although the corners of my lips couldn't get out of this ridiculously cheesy grin. Despite my horror, everything began to look like a joke. I laughed at the watermelons, the hysterically funny minarets (???), even the cops in front of me...COPS? I'd heard that the police occasionally do their rounds and give trouble to both locals and tourists for inappropriate behavior/dress etc. Even recently, a fellow female traveller told me that she had been dragged into a police station for harsh questioning regarding her risque clothes - the loose tunic over her baggy pants had been an inch too short, revealing an inkling of curves of ... read more
Minarets (that seemed so funny)
Another look at the Bazaar
El Goli Park

Middle East » Iran » North » Tabriz June 23rd 2007

I doubted my ears when I first heard a 'Careless Whisper' ringtone go off in Iran. The owner of the phone was not a lovelorn western woman, but a local man who had this uncanny resemblance to Omar Sharif (plus 30 kilograms). During my few weeks in Iran, I would hear George Michael's famous tune (polyphonic and mono) ring accompanied by a grizzly 'Bale?/Yes?' of a 40+ unshaven local. I decided to look into this, as my curiosity spasmed knowing about the western music ban imposed in the country. Was this a sony/samsung/motorola trend amongst all imported phones? No, a man happily responded it was of his own choice and he downloaded it when he went to Turkey. Everyone knew it, to my shock. The carpet seller, the woman in the heavy chador and the ... read more
Poets' Mausoleum at Tabriz
Armenian Church, Tabriz
Poets' mausoleum

Middle East » Iran » North » Urmia June 22nd 2007

Although I am japanese (ie Asian), meaning that I can't dance for bloody hell, I still try and make the best out of it by compensating with my bellydancing skills. Whether it be NYC or Maku, i've been swimming in bling! This turned out quite promising with my booty-shaking and techno playing ipod, as like a popular cheap whore, money was thrown at me like hotcakes.I even did the 'dishwashing' and 'lawn-mowing' routine' that I learned from a gay classmate. I had the opportunity to encounter a jolly old wedding in the little town of Maku in the Western Azerbaijan by the Turkish border. It was random, as I was just returning from my visit to St Thaddeus' church a few miles away. We saw the event going on in the middle of the streets ... read more
Maku wedding
Maku wedding
Maku wedding




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