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I am Mohammad Amiriroodan. I was born on December 13, 1972 in Soraya (Shahid Beheshti) hospital, in the city of Bandar Abbas. I spent the first, fourth and fifth grades of elementary school in Roodan and the rest of the years until high school in Bandar Abbas. When I was in the first grade of middle school I lost my little brother, who was in the first year of elementary school, due to a bicycle accident. And from then on, I was the only son of the family and naturally my parents, especially my mother, got so sensitive to my health and consequently because of the trauma she had after my brother’s death she did not allow me to ride a bicycle let alone a motorbike!
The first year of high school coincided with the peak of the excitement of teens and young people who wanted to go to the front, I also did not want to stay behind, but the limitations of the family were somehow obstructing my way, so I did enroll without permission, but on the day of my departure while wearing my uniform I got a sense of pride that made me go home to say goodbye, when my mother saw me in that outfit and knew that my decision was definite, she tried to dissuade me with tears and cries, but I was no longer able to handle the heavy burden of limitations. They were enough tolerated, so despite all the opposition, I left the house.
When the buses were ready to move, the commander stopped the bus and called me a few times. I did not answer, but with
the help and hinting of a few friends, he recognized me and got me off the bus, this event had a bad effect on me, and like most teenagers I was incompatible with the orders of the parents, I did not want to study, and I was constantly thinking of escaping from the house and the city. Bandar Abbas was considered a border town and at that time it was not difficult to go to Dubai with boats illegally. Therefore, I planned to go to Dubai through coordinating with a friend without knowing when I arrived there where to go and what to do, I just wanted to leave and I hoped to find a way to go to Europe or to the United States from Dubai, but for the emotional and completely personal reasons in the last few days, I was forced to change my mind, but more than that I could not tolerate any restrictions, so I decided to study and work independently in another city, therefore I chose Tehran first, but having talked with my uncle I decided to listen to his advice and guidance and choose Shiraz instead of Tehran. So I went to Shiraz without informing my family. I had the support of uncles and aunties during my stay in Shiraz and I stayed there till the end of high school. I left the house and family when I was 16 years old and from that time on in summer my travels began, and almost from then until now that I am in my late 40s, I have been travelling during all of my leisure time and summers. My first purchase after arriving in Shiraz instead of notebooks and books, … was an Iranian-brand pink knapsack named Koohyar, which I still have and use.
However, unfortunately in the summer 2016, due to my intervertebral disc problem I can hardly carry my rucksack on the back. In fact if I do, my disc problem will get more severe and worse (I have added two tires to my rucksack, and this has made it lose its original shape. Besides I am not used to use the wheels of my knapsack and instead I always carry it on my back.)
When I was a high school student, I used to do Kung fu and go mountain climbing. At university I also did kick-boxing. After I had finished the military service, I chose the fun and joyful and also in my opinion sacred sport of travelling around the world by both bike and motorbike. Next to it I have been following some other sports.