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Tehran Markets – Iran

Phew! This last trip has been such a long one! I have been travelling in a very different country to those that I have visited before.

I have been in a country called Iran. The language is very different, the writing is the strangest that I have seen so far (and remember, I have been to Georgia and Armenia…). The food was different, the people were different and the way that they lived too.

However, they are some of the friendliest people I have ever met in my little life.

I was taken to Iran with a group of people and plushies and we arrived in Tehran, the capital. The first thing that we did was go to the market and have a look around. There were many wonderful things there, but I did not have any money to buy anything.

It was a long day, so I was happy to travel back to the hotel on the metro.

I hope that you enjoy the photos.

Tehran Market - Plates

Tehran Market - Plates

I love this colourful crockery

Tehran Market - Tiles

Tehran Market - Tiles

These would make any wall very bright indeed!

Tehran Market - Tiles

Tehran Market - Tiles

They are all hand-painted

Tehran Market - Cameras

Tehran Market - Cameras

I have never seen a camera like these. Instead of a big screen, there was a big door on the back...

Tehran Market - Market Vendors

Tehran Market - Market Vendors

I met these nice men at the market.

Tehran Market - Notebooks

Tehran Market - Notebooks

So many bright and colourful things in the market, including these notebooks.

Tehran Market - Cars

Tehran Market - Cars

These cars are too small, even for me!

Time to go Home

Time to go Home

We travelled on the metro to get back home to the hotel.

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Jumble

I am a little lost bear. I have lost my owner, my friends, my home and my memory. I do have some cloudy memories of a little girl but I cannot see her face when I close my eyes. I cannot remember anything else about my life apart from that.
I think my name is Jumble. That was the name given to me by the old lady who found me.
I am trying to find my way back home using the postal service as a way to travel around the world.

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