Day forty two - 12 September 2009, Iran, Masouleh

People have taken to applauding everyone who uses our toilet tent. Caroline, our quiet but frequently foul mouthed ginger girl from Bath, gets quite upset.

We drive onto Masouleh, a stepped village in a valley dating back a millenia. It has a very old world charm with narrow market alleys hidden in its crevices on its slopes. The roofs of the interconnected buildings serve as another tier of pedestrian access. Our accommodations are the top rooms of families who live in single rooms below when they have guests.

We gather for Chi and sheesha pipe smoking.

Meanwhile, Lucinda, our tour leader, had said that previously she had struggled to spend $40 in 3 weeks in Iran. I have spent that in 4 days.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masouleh

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