Iran 2: Bad Omens

Departure: We took the taxi to the station to get to the airport. The taxidriver was a big and burly man, most likely a from refugee from war-torn Ex-Jugoslavia, a Bosnian, Serb or Croat. He looked at our bags and asked us where we were going. When we said “Iran” he laughed out loud, surprised and in disbelief:

“Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, I would never go to a place like that!”

“You guys live too interesting lives!”, he said and laughed even more. And right then I was inclined to agree with him. I mean, this was a guy who probably felt at home in the minefields around Sarajevo or in some bombed out village near Vukovar. And yet to him going to Iran seemed like the most outrageous idea anyone could have.

Were we really that naive? Were we really insisting on living too interesting lives? We had already crossed the Andes mountains in a 8-person airplane and sailed the Amazon in a fragile motorboat, but perhaps going to Iran was even more outlandish?

Anyway, we would soon find out… There was no turning back.

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