Iran – Pakistan
Esfahan was our next stop and proved to be the highlight of Iran. We were expecting a much more religiously strict city but were pleasantly surprised with what we experienced.
Womens headscarves were worn half way down the backs of their heads and the younger generation wore their Hejab’s (designed to hide the female form) figure huggingly tight and barely long enough to cover their bums.
We stayed in the Amir Kabir Hostel where we met Stephen; an Englishman who had spent 5 years teaching English in Japan and was now cycling home. He’d been on the road for 14 months and was planning to make it back to Manchester for his mates wedding in another 5 months. Barking mad these cyclists. …continued in Chapter 7…