The last day in Iran is here. First task: Get our passports (not me, but everyone else. Because I’m awesome and maybe because my country still buys the oil here). As usual, this involved waiting at the office of the Disciplinary Police). We got a staple pin free with our passports! Anyhow, our super nice local friends took the responsibility to show us around. Many of us (keep in mind that here forth, us refers to the whole SPL crowd, including the translators) wanted to see the palace while the others wanted to see the bazaar. So we split up. I was in the Bazaar group, were we bought sweets and other stuff. We also ate at the arguably best restaurant here. It was really the best food I’ve had in the last one year. We tried the subway, but couldn’t make it because it was really crowded (although I thought it was nothing, having been in Mumbai).
Finally, we met the other ground at the mountains. The Dutch were going bonkers all around me at the sight of the mountains. We made it to the top, and enjoyed some Persian leisure time.
After this, we were invited to an underground party (singing AND dancing)! It was pretty epic. Duncan got an offer to act in an international movie in Georgia for 2 weeks. Pretty cool, I think.
The night was over. And the tour of Iran was over. To be honest, it has indeed been most glorious. We will miss this place, and we will miss the people.
We got to the airport, waited, got into our flights. I slept. Woke up in Istanbul. Slept some more. Got into the flight. Slept again. Woke up in Amsterdam. Said our goodbyes. Went home. The End.