A London Taxi in Iran
It was barely 7am as we searched for our hostel on the narrow, dusty streets of old town Yazd. I was in a decidedly picture-no-sound mood – I’d discovered that sleeping in hijab on an overnight bus was my new high-water-mark of backpacking travel annoyances. The boys were hot, sticky and fractious, their Celtic disposition Read the Rest…
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