Dry In Every Way
September 23rd 2015 Getting into Iran was straightforward but slow. We knew we were here as soon as we got off the bus that had brought us from the Turkmenistan immigration post. On one hand a bored, surly soldier interrupted his watching of a volleyball match on the tv to grunt at me to change my shorts for long trousers (shorts are banned here), and for Atsuko to put on her headscarf. On the other the immigration d
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