I’ve always wanted to go to Iran. The names Isfahan and Qom curl like incense smoke through my mind. I’ve read of many travelers who, after loading up their Land Rovers with gear and crossing Asia, report that Iran was…
I’ve always wanted to go to Iran. The names Isfahan and Qom curl like incense smoke through my mind. I’ve read of many travelers who, after loading up their Land Rovers with gear and crossing Asia, report that Iran was…