On the 30th day of the 11th month of Persian year 1393 we were in PERSEPOLIS.
Amazing. You can still see those images carved in the stone 2,500 years ago, in 520 B.C. Those scenes of the foreign delegations that queue to visit the king, offering presents, give a clear idea of how it must have been. It’s moving to be there and see in person what I had previously only seen in pictures.
We spent two hours there. Then we moved to Naqsh-e Rostam and Naqsh-e Rajab, two tombs of ancient emperors. And Pasargade, but if I had known it was so far (70 km – about 40 miles – North of Persepolis) and that there was so little to see (we actually didn’t see everything, but after Persepolis it seemed of little importance), I would have stayed at home. Well, I would have come back earlier.
Now we are very tired, back to Shiraz, and the bus is in more than 3 hours. We’ll soon go to the bus station, we’ve already had dinner, and we will wait there for the bus. We had Dizi and Zereshk Polo for dinner: chicken rice with pomegranate (the same as yesterday, but at the teahouse in the bazar it was better).
We went to Persepolis with Johanne (from Taiwan) and Bo-U (China), and paid 650 000 Ril, about 15 euro, per person; a big saving compared to the 100 dollars that the hotel wanted for the same tour!
Bo U is a teacher in China and now they have the Winter Holidays; she’s been traveling in the Middle East for about two months now. She was in Egypt (her favorite country of the area), Jordan, Lebanon and here. She doesn’t like Iran too much because she feels like she’s in an area of China where they are mainly muslims and you can only find mosques. And no need to talk about the food! Everywhere she goes she brings a camp stove, so she can warm up the water (she always needs to have warm water to drink), cook her eggs and noodle or instant soups. Johanne is visiting only Iran, and she’s not excited neither; a bit for the food, and also because she finds it similar everywhere; two years ago she was in Turkey and she loved it, food included. Anyway, in Iran her favorite town is Isfahan. We had met her in Kashan too, she was complaining about the food with a German couple (she’s vegetarian and finds it difficult to find good food here). About Italian food she doesn’t know what to say, because she hasn’t tried it in Italy yet. I invited her to come to visit, so she’ll be able to taste it.
Naqsh-e Rostam e Naqsh-e Rajab
10 pm. A bit longer for the bus.
In Shiraz, the town that gives the name to the world-famous wine, after the revolution in 1979 vineyards have been burnt or converted into cultivations of sultana. A shame, I would say.
The separation between the two genders is everywhere: at school, at the mosque, on the buses! (men stay in the front, women in the back). I wonder how they meet and get to know one each other in order to get married.
In Shiraz it rained both nights and mornings while we were here. That was good for Iran: if it doesn’t rain in Winter, Summer is unbearable. For us it was a bit of a bummer to visit Persepolis with the rain.
It’s 10.30 of a Friday night, even the bazaar was closed today (Friday is their holy day of the week), but here at the station there’s a barber working.
In Iran there are banks and ATMs everywhere, at every corner, in the shops, in the stations, I even saw a “mobile” one, on a truck. But they only accept Iranian cards. We can only use cash. There are a few exceptions, some carpet shops for example accept international cards.
It’s raining in Shiraz. Cats and dogs. I hope it will quiet down, otherwise we won’t be able to see anything of this town. It rained all night. In the guesthouse, there’s a sheet covering the courtyard where we have breakfast, and from time to time a drop falls into your head while you’re eating.
13h20 Seray-e Mehr Teahouse & Restaurant
Luckily the rain slowed down a bit and we made it to the bazaar and we are now having lunch at this beautiful teahouse hidden in the maze of the bazaar.
My eggplant dish was less tasty than usual; Luca’s chicken with rice and pomegranate was delicious.
We met some lovely people here in Shiraz. We were walking in the street and I stopped to photograph a door at the end of the alley, when the owner of the house I was photographing walked by; he had gone to buy some bread and invited us for a chai. It was a bit embarrassing, because neither him nor his son could speak English. But we did manage to communicate, somehow. Bread and cheese, oranges, fruits similar to jujube. The room where we were sitting on the floor, displayed a fridge, some mattresses piled along a wall, a wardrobe and a carpet that covered the concrete floor. At one point they showed us the rest of the house. There was a room where they were weaving a carpet (finally we understood what earlier they tried to explain to us) and a beautiful mirrors room. Everything was falling apart, but it was stunning in its decadence. I hope they’ll find the money to refurbish, so they can make some money with tourism.
21h14 We are at the hotel. Luca is exchanging glances with two girls behind his shoulders, both having dinner with their partner, but it looks like this is not a problem. After the afternoon nap we went back to the street. We visited the castle, the Hammam, another mosque, a bazaar, the bus station to buy the bus ticket to Isfahan for tomorrow night. A Taiwan girl we met at the hotel found a taxi driver that can take us to Persepolis and Pesargade for 8 euro each. Great! We leave tomorrow 8.30 am. At the hotel they asked for 55 USD each for a similar tour. Yeek!
Maybe it was better if we took a private car from Yazd to Shiraz, with a stop to visit Pesargade and Persepolis, that would have cost 110 USD, but would have saved us a day of travel. If we had met someone else to share the car with, we would have done it; but we didn’t, so we are here waiting for the bus.
This morning we took a bus from Fahraj to Yazd, where we had to ask to two bus drivers how to get to the main bus station; one of the drivers got off the bus under the rain to stop another one that was leaving and explained the other driver where we needed to go. In any other country, we would probably have been told “Get a taxi if you don’t know how to get there”.
Breakfast, bus Fahraj-Yazd, two buses to the Terminal (the long-run bus station), half an hour wait, and at 10.40am we leave. VIP bus with wide seats and a TV just in front of us. Nice to watch a super-romantic movie where you can imagine kisses and hugs (just imagine, in Iran public display of affection is not allowed, not even on TV). Finally in Shiraz, at about 5pm.
I have seen few smartphones here in Iran, less than in the Dominican Republic or Tanzania. Probably because it’s not easy to find an Internet connection. Anyway, I’ve found out that a sim card with no Internet costs about 3 dollars, with internet 10; maybe it’s a bit expensive for the local wages, but the service is available.
9.20 pm Niayesh Boutique Hotel. We got the last available room at the Niayesh, so maybe if we came by car and arrived at 7 pm (because you need at least 2 hours to visit Persepolis, plus Pesargade and the necropolis) we would have to look for another place. And it would have been a shame because the Niayesh is the only hotel in a traditional house here in Shiraz, a house with an inner courtyard surrounded by rooms. It’s a meeting point for tourists, so hopefully we’ll meet someone to go to Persepolis with, otherwise we’ll have to take the bus and it’s not easy, especially for Pesargade.
We had dinner at the restaurant of the hotel and it was delicious.
So we arrived in Shiraz at about 5 pm; the last hour on the bus from Yazd was cherished by the only person of mixed race seen so far, a 7 year old boy. When we arrived in Shiraz, we took bus 79 from the Terminal to the hotel. And the people on the bus started talking to us; they wanted to know where we come from and if we like Iran. It felt very different from other towns, you can tell this town is more open-minded, metropolitan. They suggested we went to hotel Shiraz, 5 stars. Maybe when we’ll be rich. An elder man got off the bus with us, payed for our fares and walked us to the hotel, stopping every 5 minutes to ask the direction to passers-by to make sure we were on the right way. Even when we saw the first signs of the hotel, he didn’t let us alone until we found the entrance. Crazy. Never witnessed a welcome like this.
As soon as we put our bags in the room and went to the toilet, we went to see the AMRAGH-E SHAH-E CHERAGH, a shrine where two brothers of Mir Ahmad are buried (or maybe it was the Boghe-ye Sanyed Mir Mohammad… never mind the name). It was a bit complicated to wear the chador, but the ladies at the entrance were very kind. We were taken to the “international relations” office, where we were offered tea. Then we were accompanied to the two tombs. Walls and ceilings were covered with mosaics of mirrors. Separate entries for man and women, so Luca went in with his escort. Inside people were praying and crying to get rid of the pain caused by illnesses and concerns. Very touching. Other people were looking at their phone and making balls with their chewing gum. I had to leave my camera at the entrance, while Luca could take pictures with his phone. The girl that was my escort is a student at the Sociology University that once a week volunteers here. She explained that to pray you should take a small stone that you can find along the walls and put it on the floor; you should then try to touch it with your forehead, so the negative energies can exit your body and flow into the floor, while the positive ones go in. Allah has 1,000 and one name, all written in the Koran. Green is the color of Islam because Mohammed dressed in green, plus heaven will be all green, full of trees; gold is the other color of Islam, can’t remember why; blue is also its color because it links don’t know what. A lady asked my young escort if she was married; she answered that no. She wants to finish uni first, but she is often asked that question; probably they’ve got a son of marriage age and she looks like she is a very good girl.
We are sitting on the cold roadside along the Silk Road Hotel, waiting for Masoud of the Fahreddinn that offered to take us to Fahraj. The german girls are staying another day, we will meet them again in Shiraz. We are right in the middle of our trip.
10.50 am. At the end we asked the hotel to call Masoud, and he sent us a driver. We could have gone to Fahraj by bus, but it seemed offensive not to take the lift. He did offer it.
The roads out of town have 2 or 3 lanes on each direction, even though there’s not much traffic, and between the two directions there are about 50 meters, so it’s difficult to see accidents here (they do have the habit to spend a long time on the opposite lane when they overtake); they can do it, there’s a lot of space, there’s the desert around.
Between a town and the other, the desert. Only near the towns, where water arrives through the qonat (a water system that apparently is quite expensive, so they’re trying to substitute it), there are trees and some cultivation. Everything else is sand, rocks and some bush.
1.20 pm Haven’t seen Mr. Masoud yet. I’m starting to think we will never see him. His factotum has arrived, he’s making some tea. We are relaxing and waiting that for the heat to go down a bit.
Bahadur told us that a few months ago a “Luca” passed by: he’s touring the world on a vespa. You can follow him on ilgirodelmondoa80allora.com. That sounds so cool! I would also love to do something similar. Italy-Turkey on a motorbike would be enough for me.
7.23 pm. Bahadur is making dinner. He truly does everything here. He took us to the desert for a safari, we had tea and homemade grappa on the dunes, and smoked from a water pipe.
Bahadur told us that some of his friends would like to move abroad; but he talks to foreigners quite often, and knows that life abroad is not as shiny as you might think, he’s got a girlfriend and so he’s ok, he goes to the desert with his grappa so he can drink alcool when he likes; he’s happy with his life.
Before going to the desert we walked around Fahraj; the mosque was built 1400 years ago, it’s one of the oldest in Iran, and it’s made of sun-cooked bricks. The old part of Fahraj is made of sand and clay, like Yazd.
The local restaurant at 7.15 pm was closed, so Bahadur cooked some spaghetti for us.
Over-cooked spaghetti with very oily sauce made of mushrooms, meat and tomato. And baked in the oven. A bit heavy for a dinner, but not bad.
Baita Calvarina, an agritourism in Calvarina, a hill near Arzignano, this Summer 2020 created some super duper events for Thursday nights: the Apericene in Agri.
The agritourism is well appreciated in our area because the food is good and there’s a lot of space, inside and outside.
It’s perfect for our large family lunches.
In the Summer evenings Baita Calvarina is a lovely location, lit by the last rays of the sun and with a temperature that is always a couple of degrees lower than in town.
In July this year (2020) the owners invented the “Apericena in agri“, evenings with focacce and boards of cold cuts and cheese, to share with family and friends while drinking something chilly in this hot Summer.
The apericene are held on Thursdays, and that day that is the only thing that is offered in the menu, if I’m not mistaken.
The event is quite successful because
1. up there temperatures are much better
2. focacce are delicious.
The focacce, with slow rising, are of 4 different tastes with interesting ingredients (like honey, onion, nuts), plus two simple with tomato and parma ham.
My favorite was with caramelized onion.
They were so inviting that I forgot to photograph them, I didn’t think about it at all, only these two (after I had already eaten a bit of the first two).
To match the focacce they offer some artisan beers, made in a brewery from Vicenza.
Or white wine, for the aficionados like my father.
Location and set up are also super.
Location does not need explanation, it’s on a hill surrounded by nature.
For the Summer due (or thanks to) Covid-19 they set some large tables in the garden.
There’s a lot of space and social distance is guaranteed.
I don’t know if these events will continue for the rest of the Summer or were only in July (and first week of August).
I hope they will continue, because I want to go back (I would go right now, if it wasn’t Friday night when I’m writing).
I have always loved traveling, since I was in my mother's womb. I love to see new places, meet new cultures, eat the food of the world. Recently I discovered that pictures can sometimes show more than I can do in words.
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