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Our journey takes us ever closer to the southeast and Tehran. We have heard mixed things about Tehran.
Except we have made a decision to avoid it. Or Huw did. I wasn't sure it was the right move but I went with it anyway.
So now we are on another mammoth journey. 700km south of Tehran to Esfahan.
Motorway driving is hilarious every car toots and says hello. One car even madly waves that they would like to share their crisps with us so they pass Huw on the inside, then circle the car to me on the passenger side, pull alongside at 70 And pass me a huge bag of crisps through the window. Female also, wearing the full Hijab. Bonkers Iranians.
On the outskirts of Tehran we see the convoy of 6 cars who are also lost and struggling in the rush hour traffic. They have all pulled over. We decide to join them to see what is what.
Friendly motorist is giving them all a guide tithe correct junction of the motorway. We all follow in convoy as this kind gent spends 30 minutes and about 10 miles guiding us, at speed, through the traffic. He finally drops us off, with us leading at a junction. Needless to say we instantly lead everyone up the wrong road and are lost again. Huw is insistent that it's my fault and he is probably right!!
We finally retrace and back on the road to Esfahan.
4835 miles to date. The roads in Iran are great, suprisingly good. They all love their picnics as well. I suppose due to no beer. Everyone just jumps in the gas guzzling tank and heads off for a picnic.
We agree that the Iranians are the lovliest people we have met to date, far friendlier than expected, considering they dont speak a word of our lingo...and our Farsi is even worse.
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