We drive to Yadz, our last city stop before leaving Iran. I try to watch The Incredibles on Dave’s iPod but someone decides to put music on in the truck as it neared a conclusion, so I didn’t hear the end dialogue.
On arrival, I walk around Yadz a little bit with Jen and Hughie. Yadz seems to be a much more conservative town than any we have been to so far. The dress for men and women is more rigidly traditional. I buy Meg a top as the ‘man-shirt’ she has taken to wearing instead of her chador is probably not quite conservative enough. The market stall owner takes dollars, which we had originally thought was a widespread practice here, and other parts of Asia, but I haven’t really found that. Perhaps the government frowns on the practice, though of course Iran’s only big export is sold in dollars. Anyway, the stall owner is another friendly voice and tells us we are welcome in Iran, though he is not so welcoming to my haggling attempts.
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| the view from the hotel roof |
In the evening we are subject to an outside broadcast of the call to prayer and then the prayers themselves from the mosque near the hotel. From the roof, we get the full blast and it goes on for about two hours.
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