My first trip to the US, 1963

And back to Tehran after a week in London on our way home, where I found the city, dull, grey, ugly and depressing comparing to the US. This view changed dramatically once I setteled in London and the city changed over years, into a modern, beautiful metropolis while Americal cities deterioated in shape and structure.

Here I am at Tehran airport, more mature and grown up from so much experience. walking to meet my family and tell them all about it. My $200 pocket money bought a lot of presents for every one and new out fits for myself to wear in my new job as an English teacher. Or so I thought I would be for the rest of my life!

My foirst trip to the US, 1963

In New York away from the United Nations building.


On our journey through the east coast we stayed in New York for a week. We were taken to the UN building for a tour. We went to Radio City cinema and watched recent Doris Day movie.




And closer to the building.

We walked the streets of 'the city that never sleeps' until 4 am and enjoyed every moment at the Times Square. If I ever were to choose among cities, I once thought to myself, living somewhere other than Tehran, It would be New York. Later, London replaced Tehran when I lost the city in the turmoil of history.

My first trip to the US,1963

Eastern State College, Kentuckey.

The photo on the top was taken on the natural bridge in Kentucky, where two mountains are connected by this huge bridge.

This photo was taken in front of the student's dormitory at the university of Kentuckey.

My first trip to the US, 1963

We were being taken to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side. These two pictures were taken there. We descended down and took the boat which ferried people as close to the falls as possible. We were given raincoats to prevent us from getting wet but that didn't stop the mascara running down the face of one of the girls in our group!

Here, the Falls are behind me. I visited the place on several occasions but nothing compared to the first trip and the wonderful feeling we had to see the giant Falls.

My first trip to the US, 1963

Across the East cost by Grey Hound. We went to Rochester in New York State and stayed with families. Sometimes we were taken to the farms to see agricultural developements; cord fields, cows and American rich farmers life style. Here we are going to a farm by a truck and out there somewhere.

It was there that I decided I never want to live in America. Most people we met were too ignorant of the outside world and we were tired of explaining and making ourselves understood.