TEHERAN I FELT KIDNAPPED, BUT...
It was my
first day in Iran when in Teheran I started looking for the bus
to reach the bus-terminal.
I got on a public bus and asked info (or better I tried), then the
driver begin gesticulating that I was on the right bus, dropped
off everybody else but me, and left. It was me and the driver on
the bus nr 533 heading somewhere. I was quite sceptic, and I repeated
several times my destination. The bus passed by some bus-stops where
people asked to get on but he didn't open the doors gesticulating
them to take another one. I began to get scared
when I started asking
him to let me out. But he went on speaking in farsi and laughing.
After ten minutes driving, he stopped the bus in the outskirt of
Teheran and sat trying to speak with me about my country. Now I
was really insisting to let me out. Since it was my first day of
travel I had all the money and I was not confident at all. Then
he started driving and stopped again after 5 minutes. He sat and
rolled a cigarette when I rushed to the front of the bus pushed
the button I saw before he used to close the doors and got out of
the bus. He was surprised and tried to convince me staying on. Then
he followed me driving by bus and calling me, but I walked quickly
giving him the slip. At the beginning I did understand what he wanted,
nevertheless after a while, I figured out that probably he was just
eager to speak with a foreign... now I feel sorry but I cannot regret
for the behaviour I've had.
SLEPT IN THE STREET IN BANDAR AND TWO IRANIANS...
When I got in the deep night
in Bandar-e-Abbass I was travelling with Clara and Gabriel (one Spanish couple) who wanted
to look for a very cheap accommodation. Hence we got a cab driven by two Iranians (Sharok and Hagma) and went to ask to
several places, but none was cheap enough. So we decided to sleep in the street nearby the
harbour, but the two Iranians guys didn't let us staying alone saying it was to dangerous.
One of them stayed just to guard us; he stood all
the night as a kind of guard dog, till the morning when the other, who carried on working
with the cab, came and took us in his (very simple and poor) house with his family where
he insisted to wash our clothes, prepared the breakfast. We stayed there for four days
eating and sleeping (we bought the food, but they didn't ask us to) and Sharok took us to
visit the Geshm island, the village of Minab, to have a bath
at the terme. I was surprised by the fact they were no wealthy at all, nevertheless
open-minded. It was a pleasure to speak with them. At the end for our leaving they
organised a kind of party with all their
relatives and gave us some gifts.
I've no words to describe how
much hospitable and funny they were, thanks guys!