This wonderful snippet about travelling in Iran came from Kevin,
near London (not Croydon!) Kevin tells us about the effect some of
the girls he was travelling with had on a hapless Iranian driver.

After leaving the “Hotel Fleapit” in Neriz we were on the
road to Bam, when we unfortunately broke down. While Percy, a
mechanically gifted Canadian, set about fixing our truck the rest
of us put the kettle on and watched the world go by. Some of the
girls decided to mark out a hopscotch pitch on the roadside, and
started to play, dressed from head to toe in their black chadours,
which was quite an exhibition. As they played we sat transfixed as
a Pykan (Iranian Renault 12) came round the corner, the driver
clearly not used to seeing a bunch of girls hopping at the
roadside, drove straight into the ditch.