Month: September 2008
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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 enticing successor to Armenia, rather […] Continue reading →
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New People, Places and Alphabets
On the second day in Iran we were taken hostage. Continue reading →