Heyho,
so yes again is high time for a new entry, I'm sorry that as long as I I can not hear from me. In itself, here's all the same, I still live with cool people in a bad home, do my language course and, fortunately, been progress. I feel good now and is always something more going on, so boredom is not too often, is even more rare - fortunately - stress.
Dirty South
I'll give a brief description of our times - Simon, Michel, Einar and, if further help to someone - Trips to the Persian Gulf. The goal was the resort island of Kish and the path as such, because we had not made for the tourist-variant of Tehran decided by plane, but had the somewhat tedious land route started. So we took three or four days by train - again overnight train, super tired! - Bus and more or less along the Gulf and made it in several cities Station, which we explored it tends to be superficial. The cities were as follows Shush, Ahwaz, Bushehr and Bandar Langeh and although it was fun, the cities themselves nothing special. It is worth noting, perhaps, hold that there is warm even in December was 25 degrees and that lying around some truly frightening number of injections, also like at the beach. In the south there will be cities, where in fact the majority of adults addicted to heroin. That seems a bit exaggerated, but opium and heroin is there's probably already pretty well off.
Welcome to the Iceland
Well, after a speed boat ride we finally arrived at Kish and had first effort to get used to the new price standards, namely, before we had ever slept for around two euros per person. Ultimately, we ended up accidentally in the same hotel as (German) friends of ours from Tehran. The beach has been explored and even though there were hardly any waves, it was like pure water from the color of her best beach of my life, but well, I'm not exactly known as a regular at South Seas. The next day we once rumgefahren riding a bike at Kish. First, we were full of proud to have the overpriced Bicycle Rental beat a trick and what could have found cheaper, but turned out over time more and more that we get hold of as real dirt bikes. I have never had such pain ass, to say to formulate more prosaic. Well, the tour lasted about six hours and was good because we had stopped views the island and also gabs on the other side finally waves. During the tour noticed that about a third of the island in such an artificial holiday paradise with great hotels, wide, clean streets, palm trees and - has been transformed shopping centers - most important for the Iranians. The whole really has much of the board of "Hotel" and reminds a few days I thought it was quite funny. The rest of the island looks like the largest part of Iran looks like containing, dust, debris and desert strange concrete piles. Somehow it was not even grad season - the Iranians as well prefer to chill in the summer offers 50 degrees - and therefore in fact the entire island was empty, which all did something surreal.
Well, after three days we had enough and were too nervous other island, but it was just windy and the waves were the leaders too high, so that just went once no more ships and perhaps for a few days. As we descended quickly decided on a plane, flew to Tehran and hey presto, the trip was already over.
But to live here ...
A few days later I then started to Einar still nen day trip to Qom, which is only an hour or two away from Tehran, there comes Khomeini no, it is the second holiest city of Iran, because as any imam is buried - complete Islamic scholars please - and even today there are most mullahs trained at least, it teems because of them that Einar and me first time tempting them into a round Mullazählen, but where he delivered the more convincing performance and deserved the victory was. If any one north Tehran told that they intend to go to Qom, these hands will close over his head, telling no longer understand the world and that one there like aliens innards eaten for breakfast. In fact, much nicer and more pleasant than Qom Tehran, at least in the center. However, does not really go there a lot and so we were finally passed away wisely for a few hours.
If the Armenians rings twice
Ok, I know I'm here in Iran, all full of interesting, Islam and so, and sometime's here again, perhaps even analysis or in great details, but first I want to write about trivial, so I do at this point even the Alkoholfaß (ho ho) on. NEN by Iranian friend of mine, we have first-hand that is now ne-Connect to nem Armenians, the alcohol provides us home. The funny is that all the manufactures themselves, which means you only get pretty weird stuff, it's is pretty cheap and you have to buy everything you always remove at least ten liters. On one leg you can not after all want to say would like Einar.
All right, the other day I called the good man to again and ordered first ten liters of chilled red wine. The answer to my question what he is still so at the start would have, I understood only the (Persian) words brandy, Grand, Raisin, ten liters, 28 €. Clear that access and so I stand around in our kitchen now for about ten liters of alcoholic beverages. The raisin brandy that tastes like a fruit brandy with raisins containing taste is, moreover, quite a basement and has already claimed one or the other victims. Among other things, I found myself not quite unusual, but pose little everyday before our toilet again, and was apparently with so much verve to the point, that I immediately scooped half times the cistern. Fortunately, Einar got it under control, so I was not brought to the embarrassment, the whole thing our Landlord to explain. shot down the bird
but in any case, our English friend Will, who I think in a highly commendable spontaneous action decided that yes sometimes blind eye can be just be quiet and can go swimming times at night drunk in the park. Until the water he came to us his friend but not anymore, they were intercepted earlier by the cops. But they were very nice to them and nothing happened, keyword foreigners bonus
Cops can not touch us
Alcoholic there was also at yesterday's party. The Barber-WG, represented by me, went again with two canisters. At about 1.30 clock I went with three other German taxi back home. I, Julia and Isabel sat in the back, Michel, the only real abstainers was draped in the front passenger seat. This turned out to be at once a highly clever move, because very soon we were overtaken by a passing car behind us and compelled to stop. Driver and passenger had to get out, closed the drunken back seat occupation was allowed to sit together with the associated flag. Outside, something has been discussed, Michel fortunately speak to the hectic previously worked with, only English and to make one on foreigners held. The crew of the other car was completely in civil way, so we were surprised at first, then something got drunk because of our fear and been iconoclastic eventually the situation somewhat amusing. At that time, more relaxed atmosphere in the back but was then still obscured much as one of the guys suddenly had a tag for my rather large gun in his hand, and the same standing next to us first cocked with much feeling for the correct pose. From me a short "Ok?" Was heard, then it was still first. Well, now the tension would actually happen to her a little, wild shootout, Ulf throws himself into heroic in the hail of bullets to protect the ladies; but no, suddenly there was indeed once all good and we could continue. The taxi driver then a little surprised that we spoke Persian but suddenly, but more than "They've got us mixed up somehow with whom" he had then clarified the situation even more to contribute. And so all went peacefully to bed and looked forward to a new day of adventure in "Iran - a rough country" (which stood on a street officer, Simon discovered once, you probably meant "great").
I would like to say that I am unfortunately just failed in an attempt to slap a few pictures on the entry. I'll continue to try ...
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