Yesterday the Iranian Consulate told me that I wouldn’t be getting a visa, which makes me sad. I’ve written emails to the consulate in London and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Tehran appealing the decision, but it is probably a bit of a long shot. So last night I was, fairly frantically, trying to figure out another way of getting there. I looked into traveling though Armenia and Azerbaijan, then flying into Iran ( you can get a 7 day visa on arrival if you fly), but even that has some double currently cast over it. This afternoon I was so despirate I even looked at traveling over land through Saudia Arabia or Iraq, but all research into that made it look pretty unlikely I’d get a visa. And that I might get shot/kidnaped.
As of right now, I don’t know where I’ll be this time next week, or how I’ll have gotten there, so I need to figure it out. It grates me to say it, but with a bit more time (4-6 weeks) I could probably have another go at getting an Iranian visa, but I’ve already put off leaving, and my 12 month Indian visa has been ticking since September, only 11 months left on it now. I’m also aware that if I chickened out and flew, I’d be there with Becka and it would be helpful to me and Sunny to get there earlier. It grates me that I’m defining this experience in the perspective of available time; UK society puts a great onus on time, but I think there is room to change my perspective, and hope that that of people close around me can distort to accommodate that! As they might look at it in certain parts of Africa,’When will Ed leave? When he is ready to leave and has all the visas, of course!’ And not a moment before.