The taxi driver that I flagged down on an empty highway took me to his village where I was soon offered lunch (his mother and sister ate in the adjoining kitchen, as is custom to separate male and female when an outsider is present). I was in western Iran near the Iraqi frontier; Iranian military bases and watch-towers shadowed the quiet mountain roads of Kurdistan.
Following this family visit, we then proceeded onwards to the remote Kurdish village of Palangan.
Travels in Iran – 2010
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