Tabriz
Arriving in Tabriz by train from Tehran the two men with whom we had shared a cabin insisted on showing us to our hotel themselves. On arrival at the hotel they demand that the manager charged us the correct rate and not the rate he’d quoted Rhian on the phone.
After a breakfast of yoghurt and honey we headed to the tourist information office where we met Elisabetta Bonio, a retired actress from Trieste. We shared a taxi with Elisabetta to the village of Kandovan where the houses are cut from the curiously shaped rocks.
As well as checking out Tabriz’s modest list of sights we also finally got around to buying a carpet (or two as it turns out.)