Jesus today was hot. It was already 5 by the time we hit our destination but it must have still been in the high 40s – that’s not especially fun in a headscarf with no shade. Also my curtain tent shrank in the wash so I now have to wear an extra scarf around my waist as a modesty panel so my ‘wanting area’ is still covered up (yep, it’s definitely us women doing the wanting here…)
Anyhoo, I managed to shuffle round our sightseeing spot for the day – Persepolis, an ancient Persian city which (very imaginatively) translates as ‘Persian City’. It did have another name – which I can’t remember – but apparently the archaeologists/tourist board thought that was far too complex. Not a whole lot of information in English, but I can tell you that this was once Xerxes’ gaff, and Alexander attacked it. Excellent history lesson from Professor Sturdy. You’re welcome.
Sweating like hell at the Gate of All Nations
I remember seeing one of these winged centaurs at the British museum when I was about 7 and being awestruck, so seeing them in situ is pretty cool. And of course because I have greatly matured since that day…
Dangly horseman bollocks! Heeheehee
Speaking of maturity, isn’t that a pretty scabbard?
Spreading the local gossip
And finally, the only depressingly accurate male/female sign I’ve seen in Iran