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The first official day of the tour focusses on revolutionary Iran. First stop the Ayatollah Khomeini mausoleum. Unlike the man himself this does not disappoint. It is a massive gold domed structure with the floor covered with exquisite Persian rugs. In the middle stands a large green lit crypt with the coffin draped in green. It is all opulent and spectacular.

Arrival at the massive Azadi (freedom) monument the cloud rolls in and the rain buckets down. It is a mad scramble to get photos before returning to our bus looking like drowned rats.

A wander through the small and colourful bazaar

Precedes the visit to the former US embassy. The site of the 1975 kidnapping of the American staff and their long detention, it is now a propaganda museum adorned with anti American pictures, posters and graffiti and a shredded American flag flutters at half mast in the forecourt. Inside a young Iranian shows us around a mundane set of rooms, vaults and machinery. The furniture and the technology on show is typical of its time and to me it seems like a fairly reasonable set of equipment for any of the major power embassies particularly in a world hotspot. Anyone who believes that some degree of espionage does not occur in any of these venues is naive. Nothing there screamed out skulduggery to me.

Interestingly the young guide mentioned the movie Argo which depicts the escape and ultimate rescue of 6 embassy staff who flee to and are given refuge by the Canadian Embassy. He acknowleged the veracity of the story line but none of the portrayal of Iranians as violent. As he mentioned the movie I decided to poke the bear and remind him of the psychological torture scenes against the Americans. He denied it and to back it up he showed me pictures from a book with smiling hostages seeing Catholic priests and being offered tasty westeren foods as he described them as guests of Iran. Suffice it to say I leave unconvinced.

The pretour email arrives and there is the instruction to stay with the tour group at all times. Due to the security situation avoid crowds, demonstrations and no wandering the streets alone. I email the tour leader back to point out that I will be in Tehran 1 day beforehand and planned to go sightseeing by myself. His instruction was to blend in but not like Dr Marcus Brody (from the Indiana Jones movies).

My flight in the previous night was an adventure in itself. At the departure gate in Dubai there were only around 50 passengers on a large Boeing 777 aircraft. As the plane touched down at Tehran, all the women immediately donned headscarfs. Immigration seemed to be progressing smoothly until I got to present my papers. I was ordered back down along empty corridor to be accosted by a young lady demanding to see my travel insurance. Never been asked for that before! Reading it and finding no mention of Iran I am forced to take out Iranian travel insurance for $13. Then off to the visa desk to pay what was initially quoted at $80 and then quickly doubled in price. Feeling totally ripped off and helpless I get through immigaration. As I approach the luggage belt I see my pack as the final item and it is being picked up by someone who at my approach hands it over.

Next step is get local currency for a cab ride into town. The sign to currency exchange takes me upstairs. As Iran is under continuing sanctions ATMs do not accept foreign credit cards. At the exchange kiosk the first lady looks me in the eye, shakes  her head and looks down at her paperwork. The next lady does the same. In trouble I enter negotiations with a tout to change money on the blackmarket. At a major disadvantage I bargain him up from 40 to 43 million rials, for $100 US and am handed a large wad of local currency each with enough zeros on it to make one cross eyed but most next to worthless. I hoped that I had legitimate currency in my hands.

The taxi stand gave me a chit for 4 million rials to give to the driver for the 100 minute trip into town. The night was capped off by being dropped off at the wrong destination and on my arrival the hotel having no record of my booking.

I hit the ground running next morning and start my sightseeing day at the Golestan Palace. Dating back to the 16th century this was known as the Hunting Palace was was the main residence of the rulers of Persia until the 20th century. It is here that I get my first taste of Persian art and architecture. The fusion of many styles and outside influences is beautifully stimulating. This place truly is a melting pot of ideas and cultures and is truly the “middle east”.

The remainder of my first day was spent at the Shahs palace

and the national museum which has some amazing archeological artefacts.

It is less than 2 weeks ago when the late night news announced that James Earl Carter has been admitted to a palliative care unit in the US at age 98. This meant little to my life partner sitting on the couch with me but for me the juxtaposition of this news against my impending trip to Iran was a remarkable coincidence.

Jimmy Carter, peanut farmer and governer of Georgia became the 39th President of the United States in 1976. He was a decent human being but a weak president who became one of the few single term presidents of the US and his presidency was largely ended by the Iranian Revolution of 1978-1979. As a young adult these events unfolded right at the beginning of my political consciousness and remain a very vivid memory of that time.

The west knew Iran as Persia before 1979 and to me this is always a more mellifluous name than Iran. Prior to the revolution Iran was ruled by Shah Pahlavi. By all accounts he was a corrupt dictator, a descendant of royal lineage whol sold out the oil assets of Persia to the west. The oil crisis of 1973 resulted in massive price rises for oil none of which trickled down to the Persian masses. The resulting civil unrest toppled the Shah and into the power vacuum flew the Shiite leader in exile Ayatollah Khomieni.

Khomeini rapidally established a theocratic state under the strictest interpretation of Sharia law. What followed was a breathtaking repression of western norms, harsh punsihments for the most minor transgressions. The images of men hanged in public hanging off large cranes by the roadside was an eye opener to me then. Forty years on and having seen the atrocities of Al Qaeda and ISIS these pale by comparison but it was a precursor to these events.

Television brought images to our screens, bodies decomposing on cranes, the daily demonstrations and burning of American flags in the streets of Tehran as the US was seen to be a supporter of the deposed shah. The final nail in Carter’s presidency was the storming of the US embassy the capture and imprisonment and subsequent torture of 66 Americans for 444 days. An ill fated resue mission left crashed helicopters in the Iranian desert and Carter lost the next presidential election. 

In the forty years since Iran has remained a repressed state. The people regret the new regime as evidenced by the recent mass demonstrations following the death of Mahsa Amini for not wearing her head scarf correctly. Iran sponsers terrorism around the world ranging from AlQaeda to Hezbollah to separatists in the civil war in Yemen. The intellectually challenged president George W Bush actually got it right when he put Iran into the 3 states as the Axis of Evil!

Tonight I am in Tehran. Tomorrow I will walk the streets for independent sight seeing. The next day as part of a tour I will set foot into the former US embassy now a training centre for revolutionary guards. Now I am in transit in Dubai in the Emirates lounge sipping fine French Champagne which, in Iran, would be an offence punishable with imprisonment. The whimsical in me would say that that is a sobering thought!