All posts tagged: Cycling woman Iran

The hooker

[Blog post for] I turned off onto a side road up toward the pass, hoping I’d reach it before dark. The golden hour was settling in, and the surrounding mountains were draped in an intoxicating red. Despite being blinded by an abundance of natural […]


50 shades of blue (EN)

‘Trien, where has your smile gone?’ After three days of Iran, my much promised land, I suddenly realised that since crossing the border in Noorduz I have laughed little or not at all.