Tag Archives: Iran

Most of the time, I was sitting in front of my computer, writing and later cutting videos. The hardest cutting work is, when I forgot to turn off the Gopro and then have 15 or 30 or even 60 min … Continue reading →

In the morning at 10, I wanted to continue the endless mirror story by first trying to get a new glass and if not, go to the first bike shop and buy the mirror the owner had shown me, when … Continue reading →

The day began early and with a misunderstanding. Yesterday we had been talking about hiking in the mountains, about some religious event (and about breakfast at the grandparent’s house). And Arash had said he will get up at 5 to … Continue reading →

Arash had given me the location of another bike shop and that of his office and I planned a round tour for my GPS. After a while I saw that the tour was planned the other way around, so I … Continue reading →

This morning, I wanted to solve some tasks: Fixing the gears and the mirror of my bike, get a printed version of the current information sheet Negin had made (but I will keep my original one from Parastoo, of course!), … Continue reading →

In the morning, Negin, Arash and I went to the Bazar Enghelab, because I wanted to find a Ukulele for Nikoo as a first step to a guitar that she likes a lot. There, we only could find a decoration … Continue reading →

In the morning, Arash went to work, Negin to university (bringing Nikoo to school) and Mustafa fetched me for a sightseeing tour. First stop was at the Karim Khan citadel. (18th cent.) A lot had to be renovated, maybe because … Continue reading →

Bahador woke up even earlier than me and when I got out of my room, breakfast was ready. I learned to know I new kind of halva, more a dark brown paste, made by Maryam’s mother and very tasty. I … Continue reading →

Because of work, Arash and his family left at 6 to Shiraz, so his aunt was alone after that lively Friday. We had breakfast with her self-made cherry jam, talking not too much (as we couldn’t) I left in the … Continue reading →

Like always in the morning, it was fresh or even cold when I left Massoud’s family. My plan was, to reach Pasargad, or more precisely, the village Madar Solyman, where I would meet Ashar and his family, between 11-12. So, … Continue reading →