Travelogue: Iran

I took a pilgrimage of sorts to the former US embassy and found humorously enough a german tv crew there. i enjoyed telling them that i was american and seeing their incredulity. the bastard host even demanded my passport. i told him to fuck off in a sense and then proceeded to take pictures of the various graffiti that proclaims us the great satan. i argued with my tehrani artist friend a few hours later defending our country. i tend not to like being in this position but i've never agreed with the conspiratorial view some foreigners have of our motives. other iranians have simply said to me "they (U.S.) think we're terrorists."

Anyways, i head tomorrow for what persians call "the half of the world": Isfahan. Its supposed to be the most beautiful. i'll be glad to get out fo this petrol-smelling and fast paced city.