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It had taken four days of hitchhiking to get to Tehran and I was still getting used to a country where I had yet to see another backpacker.

Minutes slipped into hours and, before I knew it, the sun had set and it was getting late.

I had only just met her but already I felt that hanging out with her might be more fun than freezing my ass off in a tent.

The snow came thick and fast, making my planned hikes almost impossible, and I abandoned the mountains, sending a quick Whats App message and heading back to the highway. Pack a bag and let’s explore Iran together.” To my delight, she said yes.

We talked on the beach and I leveled with her; I had fallen in love with her country, and with her.

A couple of months later I saw her again: she flew out to join me for a backpacking adventure in India and we raced a multicolored rickshaw 2500km across the country.

I lingered, unsure what to do, aware of the many people around us and the police just across the street, before thinking ‘fuck it’ and pulling her into an alleyway for a cheeky kiss.

She had to leave, of course, and I had plans to check out Iranian Kurdistan.

Back in her hometown, we encountered our first problem. “It’s a temporary marriage.” Concerned that this beautiful and mysterious woman was after my passport, I was at first reluctant. One night later, we tried to check into a guesthouse, coming up with a stupid story about how Esme was not Persian but was in fact Polish… The manager didn’t buy it and immediately tried to call the religious police.