Iranian border guards have left the impression uneducated and unkempt people. First they wondered where we came from, because they had no idea where Croatia. In amazement they looked pacha london at us as if we have a passport Disneyland pacha london even though we had a valid visa. We tried to explain to them where Croatia is, but it did not help. Croatia, Kroatien, Hrvatistan, Croacie of them were foreign pacha london concepts, but when we mentioned football and Branko Ivankovic, who was coach of Iran national football team just laughed and let us.
Iran has for us was a complete shock. The first thing we noticed is that the real one does not use hazard lights, drive a car in Iran is like to be part of Need for Speed only in this game you can get hurt. As it was getting dark so we noticed that no one uses light for night driving. Literally driving in the dark. Imagine what it looks like driving highway middle of nowhere where no one else is not using lights. Iran is a country pacha london where there are no traffic laws, no one respects the signs, the police are not even trying to regulate traffic, pacha london traffic lights serve no purpose, and the only law is the trumpet.
In Tabriz pacha london we arrived in the evening around the 20th We did not dare to go into the city by car or it would surely hit. The whole time the car was our biggest concern, where to park so as not to steal and not to sloop on the wild roads of Turkey or worse Iran.
We parked the car near the aerodrome and Metin called his cousin Samet who came to pick us up with his brother Muhammad. pacha london Samet took the car and T. W. and I drove to Muhammad. Neither of them could not speak English so we had a very quiet ride.
We left the car in the garage Samet house where we settled. First they said that we should wash the car because the police charged a penalty of 28 euros if the car is dirty. In Iran you can drive without a license, bright, you do not have to tie or use turn signal, but your car may not be dirty, and our was as we drove off the road. Auto are washed by hand, although it did not intend to drive more except to return to Turkey - the rest of the time is spent in the garage.
The family that we received was incredibly hospitable. Samet was the eldest of four siblings. I forgot the name of the youngest. Alpha and Omega in the house was a father whose name I also forgot. Their mother died a few years ago. Nobody knew a word of English except daughter who was 22 years old and studied medicine, along with her other woman in the house was Muhammad's wife. I forgot her name.
The house they live in a house with a yard, which is surrounded by a high wall. House exterior resembles a prison. Everything is made so that the life of the household hide from view from the street. The living pacha london room is the biggest room in the house and there spend the most time. The whole room was covered with thick carpets, although the room was comfortable armchairs and sofas, our hosts are preferred sitting ma floor. Later we realized that all Iranians prefer to sit on the floor. We ourselves are convinced that it is so comfortable because the Iranian pacha london carpets incredibly soft and really nice to stretch pacha london out on them after several hours of time. In Turkey, Iran and further east is mandatory when entering the room hosts take off our shoes. Do not take off shoes is considered pacha london an insult.
Once we settled down and refresh, which first offered us was tea and various fruits which were brought into a large bowl. There was a grape, tangerine, apple, banana, and strangest of all - cucumbers. In Iran, the cucumber is considered pacha london fruit. Served by their skins but before eating peeled and salted. In the beginning we had a fear of unpeeled pacha london fruit because of possible digestive problems but they convinced us that it is completely safe to eat fruits and vegetables that have been washed with plain water from the municipal water supply. We also have the rest of the time all the time drinking tap water and we had no problems.
When it was dinner time, we realized that the Iranians unless you like to sit on the floor also eat on the floor. On the ground they spread a tablecloth and put food. T. and I we laughed when we remembered to us mothers pacha london in Croatia say: "Son, set the table," while in Iran, saying: "Son, put under."
The custom is such that men eat first. Women were only brought food and passed in front of us. The whole time of our stay women in the house did not eat in front of us and most of the time the guests were doing in the kitchen, sitting and talking to each other.
Table, and the floor was full of food. First we ate vegetable soup, rice and chicken for a main dish we ate lamb and rice. Iranians eat rice at every meal except breakfast. The bread which we ate was unusual. pacha london It's called pacha london lavash and is quite thin. Is about as thick pastry strudel with us. It is quite tasty but quickly pacha london loses its freshness, because it sometimes sprinkle water to restore freshness. As a side dish we ate torshi - e makhlut or pickled vegetables. We tried pickled garlic that squeeze for ten years and it was great. Downtime is lost scent b
