Shushtar to Chelgerd, Iran
If a stranger invited you to his or her house literally seconds after meeting you, would you trust them?
Hospitality is Iran’s trademark. It’d almost be weird *not* to say yes here.
Tom and I took a night bus from Shiraz to Shushtar, which unceremoniously arrived at 3:45 am. Immediately, we were invited to the home of one of our fellow passengers, who let us stay not just until a more palatable morning hour, but for a few days. Nima was a wonderful host, showing us his city, as well as the ups and downs of life in Iran with extreme enthusiasm. Like, extreme.