Today we got breakfast at the hotel, a mixture of Iranian (Lavash) and “continental” (Jam and butter). We managed to leave at 7:15 and made good kilometres most of the time, as it was flat and again not (too) hot.
At a resort, Nader bought something to eat and a souvenir for his aunt and I waited outside with the bikes and did some window shopping, wondering only less about the games I saw there, because it was not the first surprise of this kind.
blond uncovered woman advertising western toys (supoosedly made in China)
We missed a meeting with a friend of Nader as we didn’t take the right crossing, so we went directly to his aunt, Sakineh. Shortly before arriving, Nader again got Ahsoura food donation at the street from a man on a car, who still hat maybe another hundred of those boxes. At home we also met Sakineh’s daughters Zahra (with her sons Arash (6) and Artin (2)) and Manijeh and the son Ramin. It was an interesting and also exhausting afternoon as Zahra wanted to talk and by that practise English, but her sons also kept her busy. Sakineh is a classical Iranian host as she nearly was worried, especially I could starve what even without lunch would not have been possible as it started with fruits and cookies, then a typical soup from Tabriz, a typ of Ash,
and after that rice with different “side-dishes”. The evening before, because of Ashoura she had invited many people and still there was a lot of food. In the evening the father of Arash and Artin arrived. Arash has talent for playing the guitar, he moves along the fretboard like a real player.
Before dinner we got Safran ice, what is extremely tasty.
And after dinner, we (and the Sofas, tables and carpets) got cake as Zahra had birthday celebration.
