After dinner the local men entertained us with playing the flute. I was very impressed with how they could make the one instrument take on several different types of sound, from the hauntingly sad to the joyous and cheerful.
We spent the early part of the evening sitting around the camp fire, playing music on Reza’s mobile phone (singing is not allowed in public in Iran for women, so no song around the camp fire unfortunately. Dancing in public is not permitted for either sex.) We did have quite a laugh though, even without alcohol, singing or dancing. When it got too cold to sit outside, we retired to inside the tent where the canvas at least kept the wind out.
Dress Code: Dress up warm, it gets awfully cold!