Welcome to Iran! |
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Most of the group (eight people and five vans) are now in Iran. Womble, alas, is now en-route back to Istanbul with a repaired clutch and no passport (as there is no cell phone service, at least for us, in Iran we are unable to text Maureen to be sure of where she is). As we approached the Iranian border in Turkey the presence of the Turkish army became more apparent and we were once moved from our chosen camp site to a nearby fuel station "for our safety".
After 15 minutes the gates were unlocked and we were personally welcomed to Iran by a charming senior immigration official who guided us through the entry procedure with great care and politeness. We were then passed over to an equally helpful customs official who supervised the registration of our Carnets. This took a long time but throughout the procedure we were made to feel welcome. We were even offered cake whilst we waited for our vehicle details to be entered on the computer. The exact translation into Farsi of "motor-home" caused some problems. Not many tourists bring them into Iran, certainly not at this crossing point. There were no charges of any sort to pay.
Throughout our stay in Iran the ladies are of course conforming to the required dress code. Luckily it is not yet very hot. |
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Stephen Stewart. |
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