(Cough, cough) — 3 years ago
Tehran was the start of our journey. I got carbon-monoxide poisioning, as did my coach when he went, and one other temamte with me. The mountains keep the air in and the smog is invisible but thick. The climate is hot, and the women covered up. The wrestlers are first class, and as I heard someone once say “Iranians are both the meanest fighters and the most kind hearted people you’ll ever meet”. Food: chicken, fish, rice, flatbread, eggs.
