Last weekend we went to Hallsho (Khalsho or Xalsho), near Kaladzha (Qalad Dzha), the hometown of a colleague and friend. Hallsho is near the Iranian border – the only thing separating us and Iran was a mountain that was really more like a hill. Needless to say, with the entourage casually waving their hands in the general direction of the looming hill and saying “oh, Iran is just over there”, my paranoid American tendencies kicked in. “Oh sh*t. I’m about to get kidnapped.” And then I realized how ridiculous that sounded. Yes, Hallsho is a mere 15 minutes from the Iranian border, but it is one of the friendliest places I’ve ever been. Every home we passed by we were extended invitations for tea, bread, and a meal. True Kurdish village hospitality in a beautiful mountain setting unlike any other (which is something I end up saying about every place I go to in Kurdistan).
Iran is jaaaaast over there
cow whisperer?
the real cow whisperer in action
We experienced true Kurdish hospitality in their home.
scandalous!
the skies finally cleared up for the sunset
i am the real cow whisperer…
the cow is clearly ignoring you. i think you need to work on your cow whispering skills