In and Around Shiraz

Persepolis

Spent the morning at a wonder of the ancient world:  the city of Persepolis, built about 500 BC.  The original city covered a lot of ground, and the mud-brick construction of the larger city has not survived, but the “royal city” is in remarkably good shape, considering it was sacked by Alexander the Great’s army in 330 BC.

Entry gates and Great Hall columns, Persepolis
Columns in Persepolis, with a king’s tomb in the hillside behind

We also visited the tombs of three Persian kings: Darius, Xerxes, and Artaxerxes. Unfortunately the tombs were looted long ago, and were therefore found completely empty, except for broken coffins, and so they cannot be sure how the kings were buried, and with what or whom.

The tombs of the three Persian kings, near Persepolis

I was trying to think if I have ever visited any older historical site, and I honestly don’t think I have.

Shiraz

As the name might suggest, Shiraz was an early wine capital of the world. There are still vineyards, but in this alcohol-free land, they are now used for vinegar, alas.

Notable sights here included The Pink Mosque — it’s unusual because most tile work in Persian mosques is blue but for some reason this one is predominately pink.

Our group also had the chance to tour a carpet store, to see and hear about the different types of Persian rugs, from both nomadic peoples and city workshops. The workmanship is amazing; Geoff and I didn’t buy anything, but several members of the group did.

This rug is 180 years old, done in wool and silk, and originally belonged to the store owner’s grandfather — the level of detail is exquisite. By the way, the gold surround is NOT a frame, it is part of the woven carpet. And no, it was not for sale!

Food and Drink

It seems like every restaurant in Iran serves chicken kebabs with rice! It has become a running joke on the tour — always the top item on each menu. But there’s an explanation. Most Iranians eat at home, and when they go out this is a popular choice, as most families don’t have the type of grill that makes good kebabs.

But kebabs apart, the food is varied and delicious. Particular favourites for our group have been eggplant with tomatoes and onion; beef or lamb cooked in spinach, mint, and herbs; lentil stew; meatballs filled with dates; and chicken in a walnut and pomegranate sauce.

Every meal includes flatbread and rice, and there are several varieties of each. One type of flatbread is rolled and pressed thin, then thrown against the wall of a wood-fired oven. It sticks to the wall and cooks super-fast as you can imagine, then is peeled off and sent out to the customers. Lovely and chewy, with a slightly blistered skin, just perfect for dipping in yogurt with scallions and herbs. It isn’t very Iranian to do this, I am sure, but I personally enjoy the flatbreads at breakfast spread with labneh (a mild soft cheese) and carrot jam. Rice pilafs often contain pistachios and dried barberries, and a special kind of rice which I have quickly come to love includes a crust of rice made by cooking it in a very hot pot.

Alcohol is illegal, but zero-percent “malt beverage” is popular; it comes in plain Beer-type flavour, also in peach, lemon, or pineapple, which are like shandies really. They also serve delicious fresh drinks that include combinations of fruit juice, ginger, lemon, and mint, and a carbonated yogurt drink (doogh) in both the cow and camel variety.

Tea and coffee staying hot on the coals
Check out the bread cooking on the oven wall…
My Official Taster doing a fine job…

Of Gardens & Citadels

In a Persian Garden

Spent some time strolling in a classical Persian garden. Lovely place. Apparently the common features are a pool, a pavilion, cedar trees, and an orchard.  I understand that even in fairly modest houses, these features will be included, albeit in simpler form than we saw here.  The orchard offered me my first sight of pomegranates not in a grocery store!

Here’s a trivia side-note. Paisley pattern originated in Persia, and the distinctive swirls are based on the shape of cedar trees. Cedars are thought to be auspicious because, as evergreens, they are associated with long life.

The Garden Pool

The coolest feature in this garden — both literally and figuratively — was the Wind Tower arising from the pavilion.  We have seen many here, but this is the first one where we could experience the effect.  As the wind blows through openings in the tower, it is funnelled downward into several long shafts terminating in the basement ceiling, and when you stand in the room under it, it honestly feels like a blast from an air conditioner.  In the hotter weather, they fill a small pool at the foot of the shafts and the air cools even further as it crosses the water.  Amazing engineering!

The Pavilion, with Wind Tower
A Wind Tower Shaft, Looking Upward

Arg e-Rayen

The walled city of Arg-e Rayen (“Rayen Citadel”) was built some time in the period 300-600 AD, and was the second largest in Iran until the complete collapse of Arg-e Bam in a 2003 earthquake.  Bam was apparently 10 times larger, so this was indeed a great loss.  We wandered through Rayen, seeing the bazaar, the mosque, the siege-storage area, the extremely modest dwellings of the common folk, and the extremely large quarters of the Governor, complete with an enclosed garden.  Some things never change!

Interior “Street Scene”
Looking Out to the Exterior Walls

Clearly not all ladies behave well…

On a lighter note, check out the final exhortation in this sign.  More commonly seen at the opera, I would say, but — hey! — in a land of squat toilets, if it works, it works.  ?

The Caravanserai

Yesterday’s highlight was our stay at Zein-o-Din caravanserai. Nine hundred and ninety-nine such structures were built along the Silk Road by a Persian ruler in the 16th century, spaced at 25-kilometre intervals to accommodate a day’s travel for a camel train. Most are in extreme disrepair; apparently only a couple remain standing, and luckily for us, this one has been renovated into beautiful lodgings.

It’s a quiet place, with outstanding views. Some of our party – although not me, I must admit – got up at sunrise this morning to go onto the roof to meditate, do yoga, or perform tai chi.

The central courtyard is stunning. Open to the sky above, it’s perfect for sitting and relaxing. Apparently when the original travellers crossed paths at the caravanserais, they laid out their wares on the central platform for commerce with each other. It was easy to imagine the bustling scene, in this beautifully restored historic site.

(Please bear with me if these photographs appear sideways or upside down. Unfortunately, my blog software had a big upgrade since the last trip and I’m not familiar with it, and am trying different things to make my pictures stand up straight. They always look fine to me, but I hear back that they don’t look that way in the final version that reaches other people. Oops!)

Central Courtyard
Sunset in the Desert
Roofdeck!
Our Sleeping Quarters

The City of Yazd

Well, we have arrived, and are enjoying our trip. Landed in Tehran and saw a few sights on the day we spent there — a bazaar, two museums — but it is much like many large cities, so didn’t feel too too exotic. But we are now “on the road”, and starting to see some very different things. First note is that the people are SUPER nice — all very friendly, and very curious about where we come from and what we think of Iran.

it’s quite a while since I wrote my last blog and I am struggling with how to embed photos, so I hope you can line up what commentary goes with what, and I will try to figure it out before my next post.

We drove to Yazd on Sunday night and spent yesterday touring. First stop, a fascinating place: The Towers of Silence. I had heard about these for years and never thought I would see them. The Zotroastrians did not believe in burying their dead as it would pollute the ground, so they left bodies in these hilltop towers to be eaten by vultures. Don’t worry about me sharing scary pictures – the practice was done away with 75 years ago, and the towers are now very benign and beautiful.

Towers of Silence

Similar to the fresh-pressed orange juice sold in Canada at markets, they have the same type of setup here for fresh pomegranate juice. Unbelievably delicious, its not at all like the Pom we buy in bottles at home.  And yes, it is occasionally served with ice cream to tourists trying to cool off…

Does life get any better than this…?

We also we visited a Zoroastrian fire temple, with an eternal flame that is now over 1,500 years old. Most of the country is Muslim, but we are told there is still a good percentage of Zoroastrians.

Zoroastrian Fire Temple

And then, of course, we had to visit the sweet shop, because Yazd is famous for its candies and little cookies. Lots of coconut involved, also almonds, and I think maybe condensed milk, but in any case all rather delicious. I will have to do lots more walking around the museum to work off some of these calories.


Bucharest, Romania

I seem to have missed a couple of days, but we just haven’t had much downtime.  Trying to maximize the last few days of the trip, I guess.

Since I last wrote, we spent a couple of days in Chisinau, the capital of Moldova.  It was charming, a city of scenic avenues and parks.  This particular park/staircase was built to honour Leonid Brezhnev’s daughter because she went to school there, and they added a man-made lake — dug by students with simple shovels! — so there would be an attractive vista below the steps.  Rather Marie-Antoinette-ish, I think.

Then on Tuesday we came by bus — pretty much an all-day drive — from Chisinau to Bucharest. It felt good to be crossing our last border, as we entered Romania. Although we did not ever have any problems, except for our suitcases being searched once for large-quantity-cigarette-smuggling, we had been warned about possible shake-downs of American-looking tourists when going into or out of Transnistria, and advised to hide our money in different pockets etc. So it was nice to get into the final country on this trip, without having to worry about losing our beer budget.

Our first visit in Bucharest was to the Parliament building, which is absolutely humungous, we could not believe it. I will post a picture of the outside here, that really does not do it justice.  You should also note is a perfectly square building, so it is as deep as it is wide.  Geoff says he saw bigger ones in North Korea but, honestly, it may be the biggest building I have ever seen in my life.

And here is a picture taken from the presidential balcony. Ceausescu planned it, and the enormous plaza and wide avenue below, in order to make great speeches to one million plus people, but because he was overthrown before the building was completed, he never got to make a speech from there as planned. But ONE person did, and it was… tah-DAH!… Michael Jackson. He was in Bucharest (not Budapest!) for a concert, toured the Parliament, and when they took him out on the balcony his fans were massed below and started cheering him.  So he waved and said to them “Hello Budapest, thank you so much, I love you all!”  Yes, he said Budapest, not Bucharest.  Ceaucescu was probably rolling around in his grave.

Yesterday we visited a very large park, where they had brought in actual houses from all the regions of Romania. Very interesting indeed, seeing the different styles of construction, to suit different climates and lifestyles. I will just post one here to give you a little flavor.

Last night we checked into the final hotel on our itinerary, and our room is certainly unusual. A football theme, the like of which I have never seen before.

And today, Nicolai Ceausescu’s residence. Pretty fancy digs for a guy who was one of nine children of an impoverished Shoemaker. Always thought-provoking when one sees how supposedly Socialist dictators tended to live, while the common people went hungry.  These are the steps down to the spa in his 170-room house.  The whole place is completely over the top!

The Republic of Transnistria

We are now in an interesting place: Transnistria.  The UN and international community do not consider it to be a country, but rather part of Moldova. The Transnistrians, however, do not agree.  They have their own currency, postal system, legislature… and border control.  Which meant that crossing the border to get here was a little complex.  We came by car from Ukraine to the border, at a short bridge across a river.  First the Ukrainian border post, where we had exit stamps put in our passports, then another 20 feet to the Moldovan border post, where they stamped a passport entry.  Then we crossed the little bridge, and on the other side was the Transnistria border post.  Just as official-looking as any border you might cross anywhere, with customs and immigration staff, and border guards. They asked the same types of questions about why we were visiting, how long would we stay, what hotel we would be in, and then — not being allowed to stamp passports under international laws — they issued us each a paper visa for our two-day stay here.

We are staying in the capital, Tiraspol, a charming small city with very friendly people.  Spent our day walking and sightseeing, visiting a museum of local history, and enjoying a glass of local wine.  I will just post a couple of pictures, to show two attractive vistas in the centre of town.

Tomorrow we head onward to “the rest of Moldova” by bus.  We are now at the halfway point of the travels — and from experience we know that the rest of the trip is likely to fly by.  Ah, well…..