East Azarbaijan, or north‐west Iran

The prospect of crossing the Armenian‐Iranian border was something over which we’d spent many weeks fretting. Tenny had been nervous about the idea of cycling in Iran – her home country – ever since we’d first entertained the possibility many months ago. For me, Iran was the most obvious and…

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On the second day in Iran we were taken hostage.