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Monthly Archives: April 2013
I’ve been a member of couchsurfing.org for a couple of years. I’ve hosted people and been hosted, but mostly I used it to meet people in new cities–particularly in Tunis and Cairo, where most members don’t host travelers, but instead … Continue reading
Some photos from Urmia and an afternoon in Tabriz.
“..also spelled Nouruz, Norouz, Norooz, Narooz, Nawru, Nauruz, Nawroz, Noruz, Nohrooz, Novruz, Nauroz, Navroz, Naw-Rúz, Nowroj, Navroj, Nevruz, Newroz, Navruz, Navrez, Nooruz, Nauryz, Nevruz, Nowrouz.” Stupid variable transliteration conventions! I arrived in Iran about a week before the beginning of … Continue reading
In Urmia, my first stop in Iran, I was taken to the “zor khaneh,” or “the house of strength” — a traditional Iranian body-building club. At first I couldn’t really understand why my companion was taking me there, but admittedly, … Continue reading
This was my route, by the way. (Google Maps insists on putting an additional blue line from Yuksekova to Urmia through Khoy, but I didn’t go that way.) Iran is massive. I covered a lot of ground.
Van, Turkey was my staging area for Iran. Not much to report from my three nights there because I spent most of the time working on a translation job in my hotel, thereby financing my whole trip. As I mentioned … Continue reading