Tabriz

No photo for this one sadly as my camera is kaput.
Drove into Tabriz and immiedately got lost. We stopped at a taxi rank with a view to getting a taxi to take us to a hotel and follow in the truck but no-one seemed to understand. In the end a someone who spoke a bit of English stopped offered to show me a hotel that would be perfect for us. Lucinda got in the back and he joined me in the cab, shouting "left" or "right" every now and then. He guided me to a residential area, and I was just about to explain that we probably needed a bigger a hotel, when the cab door opened and a young Iranian girl jumped in. "This is my niece, she speaks good English" said the man. An hour or so later we were outside our hotel. Fantastic!