My Iranian visa was due to run out in a few days. Two months earlier, I had been able to extend it, but there were not more possibilities for an extension now.
So today I got onto a bus to Tehran. It was a so-called “VIP-bus”, and it was pretty nice. At least the leg room was great:
We then rode a bit more than four hours through the mountains between the Caspian Sea and the plateau where Tehran was located. The road was winding like a corkscrew at times:
When I arrived at a massive bus terminal in Tehran, the taxi drivers wanted an unreasonable amount of money, so I got angry and decided to walk. Maybe not all the way to may friend’s house, but I was going to walk somewhere!
That’s when I noticed Tehran’s landmark, the Azadi Square, in the distance:
I crossed a pedestrian bridge:
The traffic and the urban design reminded me of Beijing:
And then I was there:
At Tehran’s Azadi Square, a place that I had seen countless times in pictures and videos:
Some young men were playing football next to the foot of the monument:
I decided that, from here on, I was going to take a taxi.