Entering the Islamic Republic

I received an endless amount of "Why would you go there?" and "It's not safe, it was nice knowing you!" sort of responses when I told people that Iran was on my list of countries this summer. To answer the first one, why wouldn't I? And to the second statement, it could not be further from the truth. 

Before I even departed on my flight from Kyiv to Tehran, I made a new Iranian friend. We ended up swapping seats with people so we could sit next to each other and chat about Iranian customs, political climate, and the necessary places to see. Pouyat, the man's name, even guided me through getting my visa in Tehran and negotiating a fair price for a taxi to the domestic airport. Many people came out of their way to just say hello to me, and to welcome me to Iran.

The first city on my list would be Shiraz, meaning I would have to take another flight from Tehran. Arriving at 2 am from Kyiv, I hopped into a taxi and made my way to the domestic airport. I managed to sleep a few hours before checking in with Mahan Airlines. On the flight, there was full meal service and plenty of legroom, all for thirty-six US dollars. Perhaps some US airlines should take note?

Shiraz was hot upon arrival, and incredibly crowded. Through CouchSurfing, I was able to find a nice host to explore the local life. After visiting several mosques, parks, and cafes I began to get a feel for the Iranian culture, particularly during Ramadan. Everyone follows the line outside in public, but many people I met disregarded many traditions in their private lives. They take pride in their relaxation and overall comfort, not letting matters outside their control cause stress.

I had a lovely time in Shiraz, and now it's time to make my way north towards Tehran. Yazd and Esfahan will be stops along the way, and I'll be sure to tell you about them soon.