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| Inside the Blue Mosque |
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| The imposing mosque from a distance |
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| The Yezebatam Cistern |
This morning was a tense wait in the Iranian Consul to apply for our Iranian visas. For some reason this took a few hours even though we won‘t actually get them until tomorrow, assuming we are successful. Dave, Louise and Stephen (a mild mannered Yorkshire retired solicitor / reformed funkadaelic DJ), the 'Iranian 3' who failed the security clearance, went to Ankara to try another Iranian Consul. However, it was a wasted journey as they were told they were very unlikely to get clearance from there.
Later a group of us go to the Yezebatam Cistern, an underground majesty (built by Justinianus!) now filled with fish, and the Blue Mosque (Pictures 2 &3). The former is a favourite with the group, but I must admit spending over an hour there while others indulged their photography habits was a bit too long for me. The Blue Mosque, meanwhile, is more impressive from the outside than in, though I did get the opportunity to wear a skirt to cover my atheistic knees, which I quite enjoyed. Why is a man wearing a skirt less irreligious than showing his knees?
That evening turns into a drinking session. I go to bed, but get up a couple times to find various people getting more drunk. The only constants were John, Gaz and, to her detriment, Meg. I’m woken up by Meg being somewhat unwell in her bed at about 5am.
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