Iran mans dating
I LAY IN MY SLEEPING BAG, the cold barely kept at bay.
I had entered Iran during the depths of winter and was beginning to wonder if this had been a mistake.
I had only just met her but already I felt that hanging out with her might be more fun than freezing my ass off in a tent.
The snow came thick and fast, making my planned hikes almost impossible, and I abandoned the mountains, sending a quick Whats App message and heading back to the highway. Pack a bag and let’s explore Iran together.” To my delight, she said yes.
I told her about my current three year trip across the world, of my upcoming adventures in Pakistan, my plan to sail a raft across the ocean.
Minutes slipped into hours and, before I knew it, the sun had set and it was getting late.
After six weeks my visa came to an end and I was forced to leave Iran.
Saying goodbye to Esme as I crossed the border into Pakistan was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.
Gender change operations are legal in Iran according to a fatwa - or religious ruling - pronounced by the late Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, spiritual leader of the 1979 Islamic revolution.
Amir, an Iranian friend of mine, explained it to me: “In Iran, you can find everything; parties, one-night stands, alcohol, LSD, everything is possible.” We spent an entire day looking for a mullah willing to marry a foreigner and a local Iranian girl, we were rejected multiple times but finally managed to find a bearded fellow willing to help us. When prompted, I repeated after the Mullah — both he and Esme laughed at my attempts at Farsi as I struggled through.
Smiling broadly, the Mullah shook my hand, welcomed me to Iran in scratchy English and stamped a small booklet with our photos pasted into it. We took to the road, keen to explore as much of Iran as possible, to peel back the layers of an often forgotten country and to hitch the entire length of Iran and back.
Most of the time foreigners can get around this by simply saying they are married, but because Esme was Persian, and therefore a Muslim, the rules were much stricter.
We left the guesthouse in a rush, unsure of where we would stay as the cold swirled around us and snow began to fall.We parted ways, unsure if we would see each other again.