We had Mr. Karimi for one more day, so Anton an Oli decided to head up into the mountains to enjoy a day of snowflakes and sunshine. A dutch lad named Tom joined us for the day and before we knew it we were back at the hostel. while Anton cooked dinner for everyone who would eat it, Oli excitedly depicted our day on skis to anyone who would listen.
A German guy named Jan took up a plate and the offer to join us the next day, replacing our dutch friend on the slopes.
The next morning Proshad picked the five of us up and showed us 'the roof of Tehran', a hiking trail on the smooth hips of the mountain. Once we had walked up there Anton spotted a world record holder, and sprinted after him shouting things like "crazy backflipping ... 50 an hour!"
It didn't take long to convince this man to lend us his iron bionic legs. one by one we all strapped our legs in, took a few cautious steps and started leaping instinctively like a newborn deer. Even Proshat couldn't resist to try it. This nifty piece of technology has not seen the last of us!
After admiring his jumping skills, Oli and Anton took their new brother to Shemshak to continue the airtime.
We were starting to suspect Jan was a timetraveller who had been both in our future and past, having travelled the world himself.
We rented a small apartment, high in the mountains and prepared for another day of mischief on the slopes. Found highest stone for lunch. At the end of the day we hitched a ride with two charming almond-eyed young Tehranese ladies who showed us the forbidden art of car-dance parties.
it had been a well filled 24 hours, but it was not quite time for bed yet. To our surprise it was Montez' birthday! free banana cake and kebabs for everyone! let's dance (secretly) and play boardgames!
After the festivities we noticed the hostel was overbooked, and struck a deal with the owner to pay half price if we slept on the roof.
we could hardly understand that we had to pay less for a blanket made of stars, but paid the price when a grey cloudpillow leaked on our heads.
After our shortski adventures, our Iranian visa extentions was supposed to be ready, so we left early to harvest the honey our administrative butterfly had produced. As expected, the officials had safely stored them in a drawer. They were very safe there, since no one, not even them ever looks. After some nagging and fluttering from desk to desk they finally located them and told us it would be ready in some days. Thats when we evolved, grew stingers and started buzzing angrily. Some hours later our visa's were extended and the application for the much feared Turkmenistan visa could commence. But our timeframe to do so today had closed so we retreated back to our hostel where we finished yesterday's cake, had ourselves a pizza party and hung out of the roof until it was time to get the snooze on.