Showing posts with label Zoroastrianism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zoroastrianism. Show all posts

Monday, 9 June 2014

ZOROASTRIANISM AND ESCAPE FROM TOURIST CENTRAL- Yazd, Iran

....previously we visited Meymand cave village.....


Tiles, Masjid Jameh, Yazd

Our route from Yazd down to Bandar Abbas and then Bushehr


The bus from Kerman to Yazd was very typical for Iran, in that it was overheated to the point of suffocation, no toilet stops, a snack pack of a drink and cake, and water available onboard during the journey.

We were very interested to see Yazd, as most travellers we met who had visited Iran had said it was their favourite place in the country. For us, it would have to be pretty incredible to beat what we had already seen and experienced. 

The first thing we noticed was the huge number of tourists- the majority elderly and in huge tour buses. The hotels in the old part of town were very plush to cater for this lot, and we found it hard to find a reasonably priced place. We had decided to have a break from Couchsurfing, as we had heard how lovely it was to stay in a historic building in Yazd.  It would give us a chance to catch up on time together and follow our own timetable for a few days.

We eventually found a newly opened small traditional hotel, and were very happy indeed to settle into our lovely room with beds (a novelty here!), spotless bathroom, air-con and a fridge (which we quickly filled with delicious Iranian supplies).


Our lovely Yazd hotel room

Courtyard Yazd hotel

Rich enjoying tea at hotel


Yazd is apparently one of the oldest cities of the world, being a major stop on the Silk Route. It has been continuously inhabited for 7000 years! The light brown colour of the ancient buildings, along with the simple design and high walls in the streets gave a quiet and minimalist atmosphere. While we could appreciate the clear-cut lines, it’s not our favourite type of architecture. It was nice to see what the old mansions would have looked like years ago, by looking at the renovated buildings that had been turned into hotels, restaurants and museums.


Old pot, Yazd museum

Beautiful window, Yazd museum

Dusty old lamps, Yazd museum

Ornate roof, Yazd

"Topoli" (fat shop), Yazd

A glimpse into a courtyard, Yazd

Yazd street

Roof badgirsYazd

Zoroastrian tiles, Yazd


The Jameh Mosque was our favourite sight in town, covered in thousands of beautiful blue/green tiles from the floor to the towering bulbous ceiling.



Dolat Abad, Yazd

Dolat Abad, Yazd

Fooling around with coloured glass, Yazd

Gorgeous roof, Yazd

Masjid Jameh, Yazd

Colour co-ordinated, Masjid Jameh, Yazd


The “untouristy” part of the old bazaar was also great, and although there were no souvenir shops or teahouses, we found the industrious craftsmen in their workshops interesting, and the atmosphere more authentic.


Head on the footpath, Yazd

Workshop, old bazar, Yazd

Workshop, old bazar, Yazd

A man and his legs, Yazd

Camel carcass, Yazd

Busy in the workshop, old bazar, Yazd


We hated to see the women in Yazd almost exclusively in black chadors and black clothes, looking like flocks of penguins shuffling along the streets. The chador really is the most ridiculously designed piece of clothing, requiring the woman wearing it to hold it closed with her hands continuously, leaving it very difficult to do anything else at the same time.

Zoroastrianism is the oldest monotheist religion in the world, and around 5,500 of the 150,000 world wide followers live here in Yazd. We were familiar with Zoroastrianism from India where many of the devotees live, especially in Mumbai (they are called Parsi there), and are most famous for their burial ritual. They believe the dead should not pollute the earth, and huge towers have been built for the bodies to be laid out for the vultures to pick at. This custom is no longer in practice in Iran, with Zoroastrians here being buried in concrete to avoid pollution. We leant that much of the funding for Iranian Zoroastrians comes from their wealthy brothers and sisters in India

Apart from this, and the fact that fire is very important to these people, we didn’t know much about them at all, and were lucky enough to be invited to go to Chak Chak, the most important Zoroastrianism pilgrimage place in Iran. The story is when the Arabs invaded (“they ruined everything” said one local man), a Yazd princess ran away to hide in this remote desert location. It was a good spot for concealment, hidden away in the middle of no-where, 72 kms from Yazd. We were fortunate to see a Zoroastrian family there with the men all in white, and the women in colour with no chador, praying in the cave temple.


Zoroastrian cave temple door, Chak Chak

Chak Chak Zoroastrian fire temple

View from the fire temple hill

Zoroastrian man praying, Chak Chak


An interesting aside is that the Zoroastrian symbol of a winged old man seen in all pre-Arab sites has now somehow been adopted as a national symbol of Persia, with many business and signs displaying the icon. This stuck us as being ironic in a country where the Government is trying to portray such a strict Islamic image.


Zoroastrian symbol


We had a radical change of plans at the last minute on our last day in Yazd, and decided to head south to Bandar Abbas to get back to the untouristy area we had enjoyed at the start of our Iran trip, meet up with friends, and take an alternate route to Shiraz, via Bushehr. This new idea would also allow us to embark on a train trip- our first in Iran.

We were curious to compare the trains here with the dozens we have taken in India. Of course, in Iran, things are more organized, run more or less on time, there’s more security, cleaner carriages (brand new sheets were distributed when we boarded, along with a snack pack of cake, nuts and drinks) and more comfortable. But they are actually quite cramped inside the carriages, and we were happy we were only sharing with one other person. Of course, the temperature was way too hot when we left, but this changed to freezing overnight. One other awkward thing was the locking of the toilets at station stops. Although this would have kept the stations from smelling like India, it was very painful when the stop was a long one!
The scenery coming into Bandar Abbas was stunning (once again!), and Richard enjoyed watching the final part of the train trip, while Sal slept on.

It was terrific to see our first Couchsurfing host again, plus some other friends we had made during our first time in Bandar Abbas, and we had a couple of days catching up on writing and photos, as well as attending a party, where typically for Bandar Abbas, there was warm welcomes, great food, Bandari music, and lots of dancing in the Bandari style (a lot of shaking in the upper body!)



A good time dancing Bandari style

The twins dancing up a storm, Bandar Abbas

Our host- an expert Bandari dancer!

Sunday, 8 June 2014

DESERT ROCK CASTLES - Two weeks in and around Kerman, Iran




The areas we visited around Kerman


Most of our hosts so far in Iran had been males- it was just the way it turned out. We consciously looked for a female Couchsurfing host in Kerman, and were very lucky to come across her and her daughter. The quiet and thoughtful host and her energetic daughter are long time Couchsurfing hosts, but have been scared off in recent years by police checks. Couchsurfing is officially illegal in Iran, some say, others profess its fine, but the police are often suspicious of foreigners staying with Iranians. They have a beautiful apartment in Kerman with our first Western toilet of Iran! Most homes and restaurants have the squat variety.


Lovely apartment, Kerman

Sal with our hosts



Our first sight of the towering snow capped mountains around the town had us a little worried, but the temperature was not too cold. Actually, cold weather in Iran is not such a big deal. Unlike India, they are well set up for it, with all homes and hotels having hot water showers and heating in cooler months. Very civilized! We also saw and met our first non-Iranian tourist in Iran in Kerman!

Our first task in Kerman was to get a visa extension. All the trouble we had in Delhi getting our Iranian visa  was only for a one month stay, and unbelievably that month was up. We’d heard negative stories about obtaining an extension here, so we were very relieved when the English speaking policeman at the headquarters gave us another month’s stay in exchange for US$10, although it did take 5 hours due to a “system failure”.

Happy we had more time in this amazing country, we set out to see the sights around Kerman town. It’s a big, desert town, which in some ways seems to be quite modern with many young trendies around town, but also more black chadors than we've seen before. Apparently people who work for the Government have a strict dress code, with a full head scarf with no hair showing, black or brown colours, and usually a chador for women all being compulsory. Hopefully these people get to dress down during their time off. We loved seeing our host transform from her dark tent-like work clothes to a colourful Indian dress when she arrived home.


Local woman, Kerman

Large door knocker, Kerman


The Grand Bazaar is a beautiful design, unfortunately full of Chinese imports, but the traditional tea house was a real treat. We’d never seen such a place- an old haman, with paintings, vaulted ceilings, tiles and carpets everywhere. We had tea and kelyun (water pipe) and lingered for hours enjoying the atmosphere.


Enjoying kelyun, teahouse, Kerman

Old teahouse, Kerman

Interesting Sufi man, Kerman

Bazar roof, Kerman


Another highlight was an abandoned fort on the outskirts of town. We enjoyed the views and clambering around the ruins- actually it’s one of our favourite things to do, and there are so many opportunities in Iran!


Rock castle, Kerman

Remain of old castle, Kerman

Old mud castle, Kerman


Other things of interest around Kerman were the Jamed Masjid (Friday Mosque- every town has one), lovely library building, beehive shaped ice storage house, the Contemporary Arts Gallery (we found it hard to get around the gallery because of the friendly people who constantly approached us to chat), various tombs, and the Zoroastrian Fire Temple (sounds more exciting than it actually was!)


The stunning Masjid Jameh, Kerman

Sufi shrine, Kerman

Tiles in a mosque, Kerman


Our host took us to Mahan one afternoon, a small town about half an hour from Kerman, and we were able to take advantage of her local knowledge at the beautiful Sufi mausoleum there. She found the sleeping guard, we paid him a little something, and he let us in the special payer room of the Sufi saint, and best of all, out onto the roof and up into the minarets- it was such a gorgeous view with the snow-capped mountains in the background.


Mahan Gardens

Inside the Sufi shrine, Mahan

Sufi shrine rooftop with snowy mountains, Mahan

On the roof of the Sufi shrine, Mahan


Despite working in the morning, then taking us to Mahan, Ati insisted on making us fessen jun that evening, a famous Iranian dish with chicken in a pomegranate and walnut sauce. We repeatedly offered to help but she insisted, in a typically Iranian way, for us to relax, and although we felt bad, we were very happy to eat the delicious meal!


The famous fessen jun


We knew the famous citadel at Bam had been severely damaged in the 2003 earthquake, that killed more than 30,000 people in the town, but we love old ruined forts so much, we decided to take the trip from Kerman to see it. We were very disappointed by the whole experience. There was nothing at all left of the arg (fort), and the one section had been rebuilt lacked any ambience what-so-ever. There were strict paths that couldn’t be left, supposedly because of the danger, and guards with whistles to enforce this. Many areas were off-limits, and even reconstructed buildings such a little shops were closed. Add to this a dark and drizzly day, a lifeless and shut down town because of the last day of the No Ruz holiday, and a very average guesthouse (our first in a month!), and we were happy to return to Kerman the next day.


Bam citadel pre earthquake (picture from internet)

Bam citadel post earthquake (picture from internet)


Pile of rubble, Bam citadel

Restored part of Bam Citadel

Bam citadel

Partially restored part of Bam citadel


Our next adventure was the Kaluts, an area in the desert north of Kerman with amazing rock formations. Our first attempt to see this area involved a suicidal shared taxi driver (texting and driving at 140 kms per hours on hairpin bends); an exploration of Shahdad, the gateway town to the area; an invitation to lunch followed by a lift to the Kaluts by two local men; an interesting time at their house eating a very nice lunch that for them, included copious amounts of opium; a nap; a change of plan due to them being off their heads, and us returning to Kerman with another maniac taxi driver!!



Old mud brick village near Shahdad

Scenery around Shahdad


Luckily, our lovely host very generously took a day off work and drove us, her daughter and another Couchsurfer one hour or so on the stunningly beautiful road back to Shahdad, and into the Kaluts area. The rock formations are interesting in that from a distance they appear to be buildings-an old city or a fort, but on a closer look, they are all natural. We were so lucky to be able to stop and walk around the desolate, deserted area and take pictures, and stare in awe. It’s one of the hottest places on earth, and even at this time of year (Spring) the temperature soared. It must be unbearable in Summer. 









The day included two other wonderful stops- one at an ancient underground water well (qanat in Persian), and an atmospheric old caravanserai (a stop for traders and their livestock travelling on the Silk Route), which were as great as the Kaluts themselves.


Old caravanserai, Kaluts

A stop for traders in ancient times

Caravanserai, Kaluts

Ancient underground qanat (water system), Kaluts

Being silly in the road, Kaluts

Scenery driving back from Kaluts

Kaluts village