Bandar Abbas. The biggest port town in south of Iran. There are boats to UAE, or to other countries along Persian Gulf. I finally came to the last city in Iran, and was exited.
It was still in the morning. I soon started to look for a cheap hotel. But it was so difficult! They all told me "Full! No room", as soon as they saw me at the entrance, in eight hotels. I really wondered if the rooms were actually full or if they didn't like my face.
I was stuck after walking around for a couple of hours. I almost gave up and thought of camping in a beach. Then I met an Afghan man by chance and he helped me a lot; found a hotel for me which entrance I would have never imagined as a hotel's, and later, made a phone call for me to a shipping company and helped me buy a ticket. The office was just about to be closed when we went there. Nobody spoke English. It would have been impossible for me to do everything by myself on time in the weekend. I really appreciated him.
He spoke good English as a 17 years old young man, but his life seemed to be tough in Iran. I visited him in the evening in where he and his father sold sandwiches. All the street shops in the dirty alley were run by Afghans. Officially illegal. Everytime when they saw policemen coming, they packed up everything and run away.
He never learnt at school, but only in private classes for learning English. He said there was no school for Afghans in Iran, and the government tried to return them to Afghanistan, where he was afraid to go because of danger.
He asked if I could invite him to Japan. I don't think I could, unfortunately. I'm not a rich man with good status. He seemed to be a little disappointed, but was still nice to me. 
I watched his team playing football next day. Many played with bare feet.
I visited his family at night with a big cake. That was all I could do.
5 Feb 2009, Bandar Abbas, Iran, 13910km
