Mourning walks on Ashura day.
Had gone for two days cycleseeing south of Shiraz. It is gigantic desert territory, but when in the morning I stepped out the bungalow where I was offered to spend the night, I was stunned away by the most beautiful green wheat fields I have ever seen weaving in first sunbeams. Two days of remarkable friendliness I must say, I was stopped to join a family barbecue, got to try some shots with a hunting rifle, smoked pot from a huge bag, and was insisted to use their bungalow for the night in the safe company and protection of a fit, 80-year old shepherd who was passing me the opium pipe later in the evening, while watching Khamenei do ceremonies on TV. Which gesture I politely declined, being content with my book and the overload of pot the family boys had thrusted in my hands earlier, most of which I obviously had to throw away next morning when cycling back to Shiraz, about the time when I bumped in the procession on the photo. Sweet Persia, what you do to this soft romantic heart of mine...
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daddo (23577) 2014-07-07 16:15
What an interesting anecdote. One hears so much about the Iranian hospitality, yet the embassy in Australia has not responded to my query about traveling inside Iran without a guide and our tour organizer had been told that many sites on his itinerary are inexplicably closed. it seems that Iran will remain terra incognita for me.Amazing scene- so many people seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Wonderful morning light. Regards. Klaudio.