My birthday consisted of a night out with friends in Yazd (don't get too excited, Islamic Revolution remember...we were drinking tea and sharing a Qillian) afterwards a horrible man pretending to be polıce scared me so much that ın my paranoid state I cut off my dreads with a pocket knife, ate half my journal, and sat waıtıng with embassy number on my arm until 5am. Scareyest night of my life, scarier than being chased by a pack of dogs in Masoule.
Iran was beautiful, I spent my days either quietly wandering around some of the oldest towns in the world, or having adventures well beyond my tolerance.
still, met some wonderful people. In Yazd Elham and Katy showed me that the locals DO drink, Do party, Do dress sexy, Do enjoy. and in Gazvin a Kurdish family kidnapped me...4 days I was unable to return to the Hotel! They covered me in green eyeshadow, pink lipstick, flowery clothing, cutting my eyebrows while I slept! forcing alcohol and huge quantities of food. Ahhhh but we danced. From early morning until smoke filled nights we danced.