A journey through Iran

Here are my notes from a journey around Iran, visiting places such as Tehran, Shiraz, Persepolis, Esfahan, Yazd, Meybod, Meymand, Kerman, Mahan, Mashhad and more.

Touchdown in Tehran

Touchdown in Tehran, the capital of Iran. Imam Khomeini Airport was not the jolliest of places late in the evening and there was a tedious passport control, but here we are.

The first thing I noticed in Tehran was the traffic. I’ve seen some crazy stuff in my days, cities such as Cairo and Bangkok are downright hilarious when it comes to traffic regulations and public safety, but this was probably even worse. I loved it.

We quickly dropped our bags at the hotel in Gohar Shad Alley and went looking for food close to midnight on deserted streets. It immediately struck me that the streets were completely empty on this fine Saturday evening in a city of millions. I guess everybody were at home, since there is no nightlife to mention. In fact, my Lonely Planet has a chapter “Nightclubs” for Tehran but the paragraph only consists of two words: “Dream on”.

Saturday night in Tehran. Not a living soul in sight.

Onward to Shiraz

Woke up in Tehran. After a horrible excuse of a coffee in Jamali Alley, the morning was kick-started with a fierce taxi ride through Tehran. I enjoyed chatting with the driver who really hated the city and played loud music. We drove past the gigantic Azadi Tower, which looked more like a white Sauron tower than a monument of freedom.

And as expected, the ride actually ended up with a car crash, making a big dent in my passenger door!

A short plane ride later we arrived at the airport of Shiraz. The aptly named Dry River had indeed dried out, but provided an interesting view as we entered the city by car. Left the backpack at the hotel and walked across Hamzeh Bridge. The traffic was a bit less insane than Tehran (but only a bit).

We saw a great dome in the distance and soon entered the magnificent Imamzadeh-ye Ali Ebn-e Hamze. The walls inside were covered with mirrors and the tomb of Emir Ali was located in the center. I’ve been told that Shiraz is one of the oldest towns in Iran and it sure felt a lot more conservative than Tehran.

The impressive interiors of the shrine, as always under the watchful eye of Khomeini.

The ground outside the entrance was filled with tombstones for which families of the deceased paid a small fortune. A woman released gold fishes into a nearby pool, left-overs from celebrating the new year last week (according to their calendar the new year corresponds to March 20 of the Gregorian calendar), where gold fishes in a bowl represents a happy life.

Chador-clad woman releasing gold fishes outside the shrine.

Walked north through Melli park where we saw a lot of tents. The Iranian people sure loves to picnic. I tried the odd local specialty Faloodeh, some sort of frozen starch lime juice with rose water. Weird but not bad!

Faloodeh. Nuff said.

Our path led us to Aramgah-e Hafez, where the beautiful tomb of national poet Hafez bringed lots of people into the night.

Tomb of national poet Hafez.

Getting past the crowd made me hungry, and after a long walk westbound we found the best kebab in town near the Gas Park. The fitting end to the evening was a furious cab ride home, which cost 20 000 rial but was more entertaining than any roller-coaster I’ve ever tried.

• Related blog post: Hunting for kebab in Shiraz

We read about a place which was described as “in theory, non-Muslims are not allowed”. It turned out to be Aramgah-e Shah-e Cheragh, a sanctuary where Sayyed Mir Ahmad was murdered in 835 AD. The imposing building was split into different sections for men and women by a wall. I found it sad that the entire tomb was placed in the male section, with only the short side facing into the wall for the women to touch. But they obviously weren’t prepared for the six-foot-four Swedish Godzilla to roam freely in there since I could see over the wall to the women side as well.

We went to the innermost section where people were sleeping and chanting verses from the Koran. One man brought the attention of a guard, pointed at us and said something about not being Muslims, but fortunately the guard didn’t kick us out.

In the evening we took a minibus to Daryache ye Namak, a salt lake outside of Shiraz. It was possible to walk quite far into the lake, which made my shoes look like they’ve been through a rough winter in Gothenburg.

Across the salt lake, Daryache ye Namak.

The winds of time

Finally time to visit Persepolis, one of the great places of the ancient world. It was once the ceremonial hub of the Achaemenid Empire with large temples, before Alexander the Great decided to burn Persepolis to the ground. It was probably in retaliation to Xerxes sacking Athens in 480 BC, about 150 years earlier.

The remains of Xerxes’ Palace in Persepolis.

I especially enjoyed the beautiful Apadana staircase with several well-preserved reliefs. Unfortunately a lot of the items has been brought to the British Museum in London, but the imposing stone columns gave a hint of the former magnitude of this place. Graffiti from visitors such as Stanley were seen carved into the stone here and there.

Ancient carvings at the Apadana staircase in Persepolis.

From the adjacent hilltop we had a great view of the entire palace area. These hills also holds the tombs of several kings, but even more imposing tombs were located at nearby Naqsh-e Rustam, where they have been cut into the mountain side.

The tomb of Xerxes at Naqsh-e Rustam. Notice the human for scale.

We managed to get a car to Pasargadae, the old capital city of Cyrus the Great. He was perhaps the greatest leader of ancient Persia, praised even in the Bible for his humanitarian rule. His large tomb is quite impressive, but unfortunately it had already been plundered when Alexander the Great visited the site 200 years after the death of Cyrus.

The tomb of Cyrus in Pasargadae.

We explored the surrounding sites and felt like Indiana Jones when we found writings carved in columns in three different languages. The fortress of Toll-e Takht at a hilltop offered nice views of the area.

The fortress of Toll-e Takht.

Going south

Time to leave the civilization and go south. After a few hours we entered the town of Firuz Abad where we found the ruins of an 1800-year old palace called Ardashir-Kwarrah.

The ruins of Ardashir-Kwarrah.

Among the deserted ruins were red papavers (opium poppy), a welcome splash of color in the otherwise barren site. Palace and city were built by Ardashir Babakan, the founder of the Sasanian empire.

Inside Ardashir-Kwarrah.

For several hours we rolled across steep hill roads which made the engine roar with displeasure. The temperature was rising and we rarely saw any people or settlements.

Settlements along the desert road in southern Iran.

We finally stopped at a Kashgai nomad camp shortly before dying of the heat. The family was very friendly and we had tea sitting on a carpet they had woven themselves.

We tagged along as they were milking goats, picked berries from trees, farmed vegetables in the fields and made yogurt.

Staying with the nomads.

After nightfall I went on a walk alone and marveled at the impressive starry sky, completely free from light pollution.

A beautiful night under the stars.

Towards Esfahan

I woke up freezing on a Persian rug with aching back. Behind a corner I saw the damned rooster that kept me awake for hours, but luckily for him I was to tired to go hunting.

The nomad family baked very nice bread for breakfast and we thanked them for the short but very interesting stay, which really gave me some perspective on our lifestyle back home.

Making bread for breakfast.

The car engine was not happy at all as it struggled once more to get across the hill roads. It was a very long journey but we finally arrived in Esfahan late in the evening.

We walked across the Si-o-Seh bridge with its 33 arches beautifully lit across the Zayandeh river. It seemed like a popular place for young people to hang out.

Si-o-Seh bridge in Esfahan.

We managed to find our way to Imam Square, which is said to be the second-largest square in the world after Tiananmen Square in Beijing. There were lots of families having picnics in the grass and we got lots of attention since we were probably the only non-Iranians in the entire area.

Reine searching for kebab at Imam Square.

After enjoying a nice view from the palace we managed to find our way to Azadegan Tea house, well hidden in a small alley, where we had tea and admired the enormous amount of junk placed everywhere in the tiny place.

The well-hidden tea house in Esfahan.

Other highlights of the day included a bowl of Dizi stew, beautiful mosques and getting stare-downed by an entire school class.

After a full day of walking across town and exploring the old Jameh Mosque, I had to try the Iranian national dish Fesenjun, with its special taste from walnut and pomegranate sauce.

Fesenjun. It tastes better than it looks.

Then we got half lost in the bazaar area, until we found some sort of religious school with large Khomeini paintings on the wall. Deep in the basement we found the worst public toilet ever (a record that would last for only a few days until we reached Jowsam). That was our cue and we walked back to the waterfront for an sunset walk along Zayandeh River.

Ateshkadeh-ye Esfahan from below.

We spotted a cool mountain at the horizon and immediately went there to climb up. At the top we found the old fire temple Ateshkadeh-ye Esfahan, where we sat down in the crumbling mud brick arches and had a fantastic view of the surroundings.

This was a place of worshiping for the Zoroastrians, and a few days later we would see other impressive Zoroastrian temples as well.

Enjoying the view from Ateshkadeh-ye Esfahan.

Back down on the ground we went looking for pigeon towers, once used to hold thousands of pigeons for a supply of guano used as fertilizer for the city’s famous fields of watermelons. More than 700 of the once 3000 towers remains, but the most interesting part was the way there that lead us through a pitch black tunnel filled with animal skeletons.

Searching for pigeon towers is not for the faint of heart.

Back in civilization at Imam Square we joined the picnic families while waiting for the sun to set over the glimmering turquoise mosque domes. As always we drew more attention than an ice cream vendor in Sahara.

We managed to sneak into the Imam Mosque at dusk and sat below the minarets as they echoed with loud prayers while men poured into the big chambers, praying on big rugs on the floor.

Onward through the desert to Yazd

I really liked Esfahan but now it was time for a completely different experience. We found our way to the bus station, where we entered an old bus mostly held together by duct tape. After a sauna ride through the desert we finally arrived at the city of Yazd.

Yazd is located in the middle of the desert, so the minarets are quite tall since they functioned as landmarks for the ancient camel caravans. The city used to be a travel hub along the Silk Road. Marco Polo passed through in the 13th century and described it as “very fine and splendid”, and I must agree with the old man.

Endless mud brick alleys.

The first thing I noticed was the labyrinth alleys of the old town. It was very easy to get lost in the mud brick alleys, navigating on random while surrounded by staring old men, pointing their crooked fingers at the Godzilla Viking in surprise. It felt like walking around in Mos Eisley.

We went up on the roof of a mosque and admired the roof tops. The roofscape of Yazd is covered by “badgirs”, ingenious constructions acting as medieval air conditioning systems.

The roofs of Yazd are covered with badgirs.

The evening ended at a weird place. Saheb A Zaman Club Zurkhaneh was an old water reservoir built in 1580 but these days it is used as a dojo for practitioners of Zurkhaneh, a thousand-years old mix of religion and martial arts. A referee recited poetry of Hafez and hit a drum like crazy to provide a sonic backdrop for the performers whirling around in the center pit.

Practitioners of Zurkhaneh in action.

The trickiest part was to find our way home, since the mud brick alleys all looked the same.

The quite discrete entrance to our hostel.

• Related blog post: Getting lost in Yazd

Temples in the sand

We drove for hours into the desert before arriving at a mountain. Far up on the slopes we saw Chak Chak, the old fire temple which is the most sacred pilgrimage shrine of the Zoroastrians.

Ascending the slope was quite tough in the desert heat, but we finally reached the shimmering bronze gate. An old man unlocked the gate and we entered the shrine barefoot.

The guardian at the gates of Chak Chak.

To my surprise and delight, the floor tiles were cold and wet. Next to the eternal flame was a small drizzle of water next to a very old and gnarled tree. A most unexpected sight in the middle of a desert.

Later in the day we visited Meybod, another old trade center along the Silk Road. From the top of the Narein castle we had a great view of the mud brick city which felt really ancient.

View of Meybod from the Narein castle.

Passed through a caravansedai, which used to be sort of a camel motel, before we got to Yakh Dan, a mud brick house built to store ice during the summer. I climbed down into the egg-shaped pit, it was actually quite cold and the chamber gave a nice echo.

The journey east to Meymand

In the early morning we climbed to the top of a Tower of Silence, a place where the Zoroastrians placed their dead so vultures could pick their bones clean. The remains were then stored in small alcoves.

A Tower of Silence with remains of Zoroastrian buildings.

We said goodbye to the charming city of Yazd and continued on our journey. Endless hours along deserted roads through the barren stone desert.

Stopped for gas in Shak-n-Babah, a chaotic trucker stop where the drivers fought for access to the pumps. I noticed several American Mack trucks among them, but they were quite old so I guess they were imported during the Shah era. This is also where I found the Worst Public Toilet Ever. Unfortunately I didn’t bring any ceremonial plaque for the occasion.

We finally arrived at cave village Meymand in the evening. It felt a bit like the Flintstones when we entered the cozy cave that would be our home for the next few days.

The cave village of Meymand.

Went for a walk in the small village, passing the school building with Khomeini painted on the wall. There are only four children in the village so I guess they have plenty of space. I bought some peanuts from a toothless old woman and had tea in a cave sitting on a tree log.

Our cozy cave in Meymand.

Lost in Meymand

Despite the hard surface I was surprisingly alert in the morning. Splashed some cold water in the face, donned the packing and went off trekking in the surrounding hillside. Our local guide was a young man named Ali, smiling all the time as he climbed the slopes with the energy of a mountain goat. A black dog followed us anywhere we went, but always at a respectable distance.

The poor black dog followed us everywhere we went.

Along the way we came across farmers who gave us almonds, and later we stumbled upon a family picnic where we were instantly invited to share their abundance of tea, dates and bread.

After a few hours of walking we were invited to a small hut where we had omelet with dates, and of course more tea.

Invited for tea in a village somewhere.

Arriving in Kerman

We said our goodbyes to the cozy cave and left the village. After these refreshing days in a cave it felt like a shock to arrive in Kerman during the afternoon, a busy town where the traffic was (you guessed it) really crazy.

The bazaar in Kerman.

After leaving the bags at a dirty hotel we walked through the bazaar, where we found a very nice tea house located in an old hamam (bathing house). I tried the local cookie Kolompeh while two men played music in a corner and several visitors leisurely smoked on water pipes. Civilization, how I have missed thee.

We were later invited to a really nice family where we had good things to eat. I am constantly amazed at the hospitality of the Iranian people.

Exploring the desert

The nearby city of Bam once had a beautiful citadel, but it was destroyed in the 2003 earthquake so we went to the town of Rayen instead. It also has an old mud brick citadel which is nearly as impressive as the one in Bam, with a nice backdrop view of snowclad mountains.

Next stop Mahan, where we visited the mausoleum of sufi leader Shah Ne’emat Ollah-e-Vali. My friend got one of his usual bright ideas and soon we were climbing up one of the twin minarets! It was quite narrow but worth the hassle since it gave a great view of the turquoise tiled dome and rest of the city.

Unusual place #23: The top of a minaret.

After meeting a red snake in the toilet, we took off into the Dasht-e Lut.

The Lut desert is the place where they once measured the highest temperature ever at +70 degrees Celsius. It is also famous for the kaluts, big sand castles which reminded me of Monument Valley in North America.

Exploring kaluts in Dasht-e Lut.

After a fuming hot drive for hours, it was finally time to discover what really lurked beyond the endless desert horizon, so we left the vehicle and started to ascend the mighty slopes of the kaluts. We sat down on a ridge and enjoyed the sunset over the kalut horizon.

Looking for Jawas.

Northbound

Time to put on the backpack once again and head for the train station. The station of Kerman turned out to be as chaotic as expected, but as soon as we settled in our cabin, things got better. We were offered tea by the train steward and there were even some strange cookies. The barren landscape passed outside the window but at least there were pretty mountains and even the occasional wild dromedary.

The train stopped in the evening so passengers could get off and say their prayers. We were likely the only people left in the train.

We also had an ongoing feud with the cabin next door regarding the wagon temperature. The chador-clad women thought that the desert heat was too cold and insisted on increasing the temperature. I woke up in the middle of the night, close to fainting from the heat before I managed to crawl to the window and push it open for cold air like a fish on dry land.

Entering Mashhad

Our night train arrived in Mashhad early in the morning. This is a pilgrim city close to Afghanistan which holds the shrine of Imam Reza, the eight Imam. The other eleven are buried in Iraq and other places, so this is the holiest site in Iran.

As non-Muslims we were not allowed to enter the innermost sanctum, but we watched from a distance as large crowds gathered to pray. The shrine is like a city within the city, filled with domes, fountains and courtyards. The area is so large that there is even a freeway intersection below it.

What to do next? Explored the bazaar area, had great kebab and got free cookies, yay!

Having awesome kebab in Mashhad.

Back to Tehran

In the morning we went back to the train station of Mashhad, which was fortunately better than Kerman. The westbound train ride went pretty smooth and I saw beautiful mountains in the countryside, including Fuji-shaped mountain Damavand in the distance as we got closer to Tehran.

One of the amazing train stations.

On the track towards Tehran.

After what seemed like an eternity, we were now finally back in Tehran! The train station was pretty busy, but we got into a cab that took us north through insane traffic. It felt like having a cinematic car chase in a roller coaster. I loved it and my grin was still off the charts even as we reached the hotel.

Walked north along Ferdosi Street until we decided to try the bus system. Naturally there were different entrances for men and women, but even a metal fence was in place to separate the sections inside the bus.

The evening plans were a no-brainer (pun intended) since we wanted to try the infamous sheep brain. We found a nice place where the stare-downs we received implied that not many westerners had seen the inside of the walls.

The proud chef.

First we got a bowl of the water that the sheep head had been boiled in. Next was a plate with tongue, followed by a plate with eyes and chin.

Braaaaain.

The final plate was the brain. I felt like a zombie as I let loose on the pieces, which were really unlike anything I’d ever eaten before. A too sweet pomegranate beer provided a nice contrast to the salty stuff.

The streets of Tehran

Woke to the sound of prayer chants at 5 AM. We’re not in Kansas anymore… Today it was time to explore the northern part of the capital. The entire city is built on the slopes below snowclad Alborz mountains and for half an hour we traveled constantly uphill. The mountains in the north were a great help for orientation since they were visible from most places in the city.

We found our way to the Sa’d Abad Museum, the luxury complex where the shah used to live. Only the legs remained of the statue of Reza Shah in front of the White Palace. Had a look inside the various palaces and weapon museums to learn more of this turbulent era.

The nazgul evening dress at Sa’d Abad Museum.

Tehran is the largest city in the Middle East and today it really lived up to the name as we passed lots of blocks and it just never seemed to end. The National Museum turned out to be a disappointment though. Only a few of the items were from Persepolis, as the rest had unfortunately been shipped to British Museum in London.

Continued south until we ended the evening at Azari teahouse quite near the train station. Of course we were the only foreigners and got some attention. Had kebab and tea while we enjoyed a performer on stage who was very skilled with a hand drum.

Epilogue

The next day we catched a plane from Tehran back to Sweden.

In conclusion I can really recommend a visit to Iran. Some parts of it will force you to leave your comfort zone and it can sometimes be quite challenging for female travelers, but the people are very friendly and the sights are nothing short of spectacular.