I never liked airport lines, even in peace time. If in Tehran today, I am going.....
Right down to the main taxi stand / bus station. I will then flash cash while engaging in shoving and shouting matches with copious quantities of locals who are also flashing cash. Prices are sky rocketing.
A good many of the drivers don't want to risk their lives nor their cars for any money (can the ominous Predator drones always tell a fleeing civilian SUV from say, Commander Rashid Hardcoredani's command vehicle going to another hide location)?
I manage to buy and shove my way into a contracted SUV ( I turned down one loser driver who wanted uhhmmm..... "special services" from my adult daughter- Jeez, wars can lead to exploitive type humans crawling out of the sewers).
And we are off..... Hoping to get past the military check points manned by indoctrinated young Revolutionary Guards. Some might be looking for "traitors" and "spies". Neither me, nor my family vibe local. My son can't even speak Farsi. Praying we don't fit into the "traitor", "spy", nor "traitorous spy" categories.
Now at a rural gas station and negotiating with a gas station owner with my wife's last gold jewelry. Trying to keep my eye on five local drug dealer / user types who are figuring out when to start exploiting their fellow humans. Does that one have a pistol under his shirt? Gotta get out of here- now!
Yikes- check points are popping up manned by armed and now, very excited minority ethnic separatists. They hate the regime (understandable), but.... they also are not that fond of ethnic majority Iranians either. They want tips, big tips, to "rich city type Iranians" by.