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Wednesday 2009-05-20 - Mashhad, Iran
This looks familiar
At the airport our bus is waiting for us; fully in style for Mashhad as an Islamic religious center, the bus is green — very green: not only green on the outside, but the curtains and lighting inside are green as well. Our driver wears a green shirt.
I can remember very little from our last time in Mashhad, except for the crowdedness of Hajj, with people picnicking outside everywhere, not just in parks, but even on the strips of green between the road lanes. That, and the inside of our hotel room, where I sat down at a little desk and Carla took a picture of me writing — but not the name of the hotel. This time, it´s not Hajj time and there aren´t such big crowds but still here and there people are picnicking (Iranians seem to like to do that). The hotel lobby has old-fashioned but rather comfortable chairs. When Carla and I inspect our room (quite roomy, but with old-fashioned furniture), we suddenly note that the little desk and the wall paneling around it, look quite familiar: the layout of the room is different, but that little hand-made desk is exactly the same shape: we must have ended up in the same hotel: the Pardis hotel.
