The waking up process of today was an energetic edition, and during breakfast the other people in the hostel clearly saw we were nervous. Tonight our visitors arrive in Tehran and we are excited to leave the city and make new adventures with our friends. We spent the day in and around the hostel, made preparations for the trip and changed some dollars to become Rial millionaires once again. In the hostel we exchanged the highs and lows of our trip with an Australian couple travelling on Posties, 2 oldskool looking motorbikes. After this they warmed us up for Pakistan and India, which would be our plan B if our Turkmen visa is to fail. Rodrigo, a Spanish dude chilling in our dorm overheard us and is planning to follow the same route as us, so we shared our knowledge to each other. As the day went by we became visibly more and more nervous, and when it was time to go to the airport Stef and Oli happily signed up for the welcoming party. We used Snapp, the Iranian variant of Uber, to go to and from the airport. As the Iranian customs were the first time consuming of their sort, we expected some delay, but this one really took too long. Oli and Stef played on the escalators, going up and down the airport while keeping their eyes on the customs hall, which was only visible from halfway up the escalators. Suddenly Lynn emerged, rocking the mandatory headscarf, and everyone in the arrival hall gave us a short look when we whistled to welcome her. Meanwhile Tom's patience was thoroughly tested by the customs officials, who were taking too much time to arrange his visa on arrival.
We are glad Tom is not the most stressful person we know, and that he kept his cool while a Russian from the same flight lost his and got sent back to Russia. Well done Tom. After the necessary big ol' hugs 'n fives we hustled another Snapp car to bring us back. In the hostel we unpacked our friends' baggage to discover which presents were brought this time. Books, Belgian chocolate, letters from unexpected fans, mom's lasagne - still frozen, burger sauce and many more. We gave ourselves three hours of sleep before devouring breakfast and hitting the city under Parisa's, a local Couchsurfer, guidance. She took us to the Tehran bazaar and the nature bridge and introduced us to the metro system, a very useful knowledge for getting around this metropole. We thanked her for the provided services and said goodbye, but our first unguided metro ride ended in a small disaster. Untrained public transport users as we are, we didn't notice in all the fuzz during disembarkment that some asshole managed to reach into Tom's pocket and stole his IPhone. Bad luck on the first day, but now we'll be more careful than ever.
We tranquillized him with some icecold Snipers, 360 noscoping his head off while he wasn't paying attention. Snipers are the Iranian variant of snickers icecream and the one thing better than a real Snickers. With Tom back to normal we were able to have a normal dinner and mom's lasagne vanished into the six Belgian stomachs in no - time, impressing everyone present with our eating skills. Tomorrow is a big day, peace out!