Reading about the horrors of the economic slowdown from afar, I'm half expecting to return to the UK to find hordes of hollow-eyed people shuffling about trying to sell their own urine in exchange for wheelbarrows full of worthless cash.
I'm sure it's not that bad, but even if it was you'd hardly know it in Iran. Here the streets are crammed with people buying designer labels, mobile phones, stupid haircuts and, most astonishingly, nose jobs. Yup, ancient Persia has transformed itself into the rhinoplasty capital of the world. A sculpted schnozz is apparently cheaper and better here than anywhere else. The evidence, in the form of tell-tale facial bandages, is everywhere. Maybe this is what's keeping the economy afloat.
The penguins wanted the "procedures" of course, but as a foreigner it's impossible to get money out anywhere in Iran so we've been having to spend our cash carefully. I've so far been unable to upload a pic of me taking matters into my own hands. Prepare yourselves...
Success!
So we're in Tehran (a dump if ever there was one!) trying to sort out transport to Turkey. With any luck we should be back in Europe within about a week.
1 comment:
Gee, Noelle's grandpa could have made his name in Iran doing nose-jobs. Who knew? I'll be happy when you are back in Europe and even happier when you are on this side of the pond.
Love Mom
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