Roughing it in Iran
And so the time has come to say a fond fair well to Iran, and to the countless people who have welcomed us into their homes and their culture. Unfortunately, a combination of indulgence and our inability to resist the legendary Persian hospitality, we find ourselves some way behind the rest of the pack and unable to see or walk as a result of the impressive quantities of food consumed. And the Foreign and Commonwealth Office warned that Iran was dangerous.
Indeed, Iran has not passed without a hitch. Even our Romanian training had not prepared us for the roads. Looking for an adrenalin fix, think you’ve got lightening reactions, nerves of marble and the luck of the lepricorns – we’ve found your sport. The rules are simple: points are awarded for getting ahead, staying ahead and surviving, oh, and a smile must be worn at all times. Ready…steady... best of luck. I’ve never tipped my hat with respect so frequently. Similar to Formula One, cars follow a simple ‘overlap’ rule. If half of your car is in front of your opponents you can behave like they don’t exist. Interestingly, no sign of any accidents….with chaos comes order.
It is with some pride (and perhaps a slither of embarrassment) that I must inform you of our first car accident. If I was less of a man I would blame the poor light, the torrential rain or the very rare sabre tooth mountain yak that I was bravely tackling during the otherwise simple manoeuvre….. In short, I wasn’t looking, I pulled a Uey and fell down a large concrete drainage ditch and broke our car. Sorry Phil.
So Onwards into Asia we go. The Iranian chapter closes and a new one begins. But nothing can come close to the welcome we have received. Our friends here ask us what the British think of Iran. With sadness we answer. We now know the conception is a long way from reality. How unfortunate that the western media prevents others from the joys of the Persian experience.
Huda Hafis, to the country who’s beauty is matched only by her heart.
Indeed, Iran has not passed without a hitch. Even our Romanian training had not prepared us for the roads. Looking for an adrenalin fix, think you’ve got lightening reactions, nerves of marble and the luck of the lepricorns – we’ve found your sport. The rules are simple: points are awarded for getting ahead, staying ahead and surviving, oh, and a smile must be worn at all times. Ready…steady... best of luck. I’ve never tipped my hat with respect so frequently. Similar to Formula One, cars follow a simple ‘overlap’ rule. If half of your car is in front of your opponents you can behave like they don’t exist. Interestingly, no sign of any accidents….with chaos comes order.
It is with some pride (and perhaps a slither of embarrassment) that I must inform you of our first car accident. If I was less of a man I would blame the poor light, the torrential rain or the very rare sabre tooth mountain yak that I was bravely tackling during the otherwise simple manoeuvre….. In short, I wasn’t looking, I pulled a Uey and fell down a large concrete drainage ditch and broke our car. Sorry Phil.
So Onwards into Asia we go. The Iranian chapter closes and a new one begins. But nothing can come close to the welcome we have received. Our friends here ask us what the British think of Iran. With sadness we answer. We now know the conception is a long way from reality. How unfortunate that the western media prevents others from the joys of the Persian experience.
Huda Hafis, to the country who’s beauty is matched only by her heart.
Next stop Turkmenistan.
Much love.
The wrongolia waggon, that just keeps on rolling.
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