Thursday, September 2nd
“YOU A LONG WAY FROM TEHRAN NOW, AIN’T YOU BOY?” The noise of traffic outside the window and the shuffle … Continue reading Thursday, September 2nd
Tag: Diary
Wednesday, September 1st – A HOTEL ON THE CASPIAN SEA COAST.
Back at the Pakistani embassy at three-thirty, there is already a queue of people waiting outside. At three-forty, the doors … Continue reading Wednesday, September 1st – A HOTEL ON THE CASPIAN SEA COAST.
Tuesday, August 31st
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck again! That was what I was thinking as we walked along the street to … Continue reading Tuesday, August 31st
Saturday, August 28th – TEHRAN
We spend the morning on the trail of Pakistani visas. We try to phone the embassy from a hotel next … Continue reading Saturday, August 28th – TEHRAN
Friday, August 27th
Friday is the equivalent of Sunday in the west. It is the day of prayer, a day of rest. Shops … Continue reading Friday, August 27th
Wednesday, August 24th – LONDON TO TEHRAN
TURKISH AIRLINES FLIGHT 980, LONDON-ISTANBULGMT 13:09 HRS – WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24th. We have reached our cruising altitude of 10,113 metres … Continue reading Wednesday, August 24th – LONDON TO TEHRAN
Tuesday, August 23rd.
AUTOMATONS, 23/8/94. Cannon Street Station, 9.20am. On the pavement outside Cannon Street Station, the crowds rush and scramble, disgorged from … Continue reading Tuesday, August 23rd.
Sunday, August 21st
Up early again, I caught a bus over to Whitehall and walked through Horse Guards up to the edge of … Continue reading Sunday, August 21st
Saturday, August 20th
Early morning, London, warm and fine. I walked down through the towers of Ethelred Estate and along Lambeth Walk to … Continue reading Saturday, August 20th
Friday, August 19th
A grey drizzle fell from a leaden sky above London as I waited outside the Chinese consulate on Portland Place. … Continue reading Friday, August 19th
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