SYNOPSIS:  I went to Shushtar, my next base for a few days, and met Roya.  I am still struggling with the dress code and had a brush with the secret police, I think.  Secret Police?  May be and may be not.

He walked straight into the restaurant – well, more like a local eatery, definitely not a touristy restaurant – and straight to my table and asked me the ever notorious question:  Where are you from?  The difference was that he was not just a guy sitting next to me or crossing my path on the street who was curious.  He made a direct pass for me.  In his white shirt and with his notebook in hand he looked official and different from all the guys or the women, who had been asking me this very question.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY