Capital:
Tehran
Currency
Rial
Best time to visit:
from March to November
Vaccines
Antitific recommended
In a word:
Masha’allah (as God wants)
Essential experiences:
Sip a tea at sunset in the Enam Khomeini square in Isfahan; Get lost in the labyrinthine alleys of Yazd; Living in a traditional house in Kashan
Despite a thousand fears about leaving for this distant land that is still considered "dangerous" with a one-year-old girl in tow, we decide to make ourselves strong and leave for this adventure. We will soon discover that all prejudices are unfounded by encountering one of the most generous and hospitable peoples of the world. Let's start from Yazd, in the south of Iran, going up, slowly, by land, to the capital through some of the most historic and traditional cities of old Persia.
Our suggested itinerary (14 days) | |
two days: | Tehran |
two days: | Yazd |
one day: | Toudeshk |
five days: | Isfahan |
| four days: | Abyaneh, Kashan, Tehran |
Iran intimidates you ... the hard look of Khomeini in the posters scattered around the city he seems to warn you and remind you of "behave" in this nation that will host us.
“Behave well" it's relative in a country where the military control the veil of women, where sweethearts cannot walk hand in hand but where it is considered sensual to redo nose or lips
We are struck by the free courtesy of the Iranians, their going out of their way to try to give you a hand when they see you in trouble with a map in their hands on the street, their wanting to "stick a button" with the stranger to hear stories from another world , a world far away and often almost forbidden by the bureaucracy but above all to tell ... explain its own history to break down ancient prejudices that still "slow down" western tourism. Their spontaneous sociability and courtesy is disarming.
We see that the girls are tired of this veil, you can see it from the way they wear it, leaving almost the whole garment uncovered ... there is an air of change, of modernization!
Tehran is immense! It has a dozen millions of inhabitants who actively contribute to making city traffic infernal! It is truly hallucinating, without rules, all these old broken cars that circulate, touch you, suffocate you with their poisonous gases.
We are host to a family of couchsufers: Meysam, his wife Tina and the daugther Parmisa; they welcome us with a typical Iranian dinner, sitting on the ground, on various Persian rugs, among local specialties we spend a beautiful evening in friendship.
We dive into the sprawling alleys of the Grand Bazar, the largest market in the nation; is like a city in the city, it includes 10 sq km of covered shops, is the Wall Street of the city, the place where the prices of basic necessities are fixed, includes various mosques, pensions and even a church.
Golestan Palace. Heritage of Humanity, this monument to the glories of the dynasty qajar lies in what was once the heart of Tehran. The Palace is embellished with sophisticated decorations, paintings, European-style mirrors that testify to the obsession of the rulers of the time for Europe and France.
Iran is amazing, when you walk down the street everyone smiles at you, they greet you, many stop to play with Nora, they give her candy, bread and caresses, whispering: "welcome to Iran”.
I still can't believe that at home everyone told us "be careful, don't give confidence" ...
Here it is practically impossible not to give it, at E-Shahr Park, some girls invite us to their picnic offering us tea and fruit. Their kindness leaves you speechless.
Museum of Persian carpets. I had never considered the immense work that is in the creation of these works of art. The difficulty of the details, the large number of fabric knots per cm or millimeter is incredible. I saw some carpets that counted 70-80 knots in 7 cm and we talk about carpets of even 5 meters.
Some carpets are really elegant and only now I understand the reason for their value!
By a taxi taken thanks to "Snapp", we reach Tajirish Bazaar.
“Snapp" it's an extremely useful app in Iran, you request a lift from one point to another in the metropolis, when accepted, the driver data and the price appear, very cheap ... we will use it practically every day in the larger cities and you don't even need to buy a local SIM because just ask on the street and everyone will be ready to help you by calling him for you.
Tajirish Bazaar, it is a very colorful market where everything is sold. Its narrow alleys are teeming with people, the smells of freshly ground coriander mingle with those of various incenses. It is exciting to wander aimlessly without losing too many thoughts.
Today we fly towards the south of theIran, in the desert area, let's just hope it's not too hot.
With its winding, narrow alleys, veritable mazes of mud and straw, wind towers and low houses of the old city, Yazd welcomes us on a warm September afternoon!
High bagdir (wind towers) built to collect every smallest movement of hot air that, passing through a tub of cold water, refreshes it and diffuses it giving a light refreshment!
Set in the northern desert of Dasht-e Kavir and the southern one of Dasht-e Lut, Yazd is a little gem in the south.
We stay at the Silk Road Hotel, an ancient traditional house, in front of the Jameh Mosque. A magical and picturesque place. The interior courtyard is very nice, elegant in its folklore, there is a small pool of water in the center and many sofas all around. There is also an excellent little restaurant that gives you the opportunity to taste many local specialties, camel meat is a must! Thanks Alì for the warm welcome.
If you go out in the early afternoon a Yazd you don't find anyone around, all the shops closed ... in the evening, instead, you don't even have the space to move!
Jameh Mosque dominates the old city, then at night, it becomes enchanting. Its portal is all tiled and the turquoise blue colors, at sunset, are really creepy. Its minarets seem to be guardians of this biscuit-colored city.
Complex Amir Chakhmaq. One of the most recognizable buildings of the wholeIran, wide and deep niches all in a row that overlook a beautiful square, make you dream and imagine how the old could be Persia.
Opposite there is the gold bazaar. I am curiously approached by a small group of girls, they look at me smiling and make me understand that they do not speak English ... a merchant tells me that those women do not even speak Farsi: they are Afghan!
We end up having lunch at Malek-o-Tojiar, a delightful little restaurant inside a splendid traditional house.
From the top of a hotel terrace, in one of the innumerable alleys, we enjoy a fabulous sunset ... the domes, the minarets, the bagdirs, everything was in the right place in a warm, golden, perfect light!
When an unexpected leads you to live an extraordinary experience.
This morning we had to go to get the bus to Abarkooh, in the taxi journey from the hotel to the bus terminal, we are aware of the difficulty of being able to reach Isfahan from Abarkooh, our next stop... in a few minutes we change all the programs, we manage to: change the bus ticket, book a new hotel, cancel the previous one, learn that in Iran there is a village called Toudeshk and depart".
I will never forget the face and expression of the mustachioed driver of our bus from Yazd to Toudeshk… where is it? Not even the Lonely Planet mention this little mud village between Nain and Isfahan... but we had no alternative!
After three hours of traveling along a very arid desert landscape where a small village rarely appeared around a mosque ... suddenly the bus stops ... we look out the window ... nothingness ... 35 ° degrees ... all the passengers look at each other wondering if it happened something ... the driver approaches us shouting: Toudeshk!
We go down ... the driver rests our backpacks on the dusty ground and, worried, looks at us with a very eloquent expression: "And now what are you doing here?"
We take it with philosophy, pretending that we know what we are doing, smile at it and wish it a safe journey! The bus restarts ... the scene is comic ... even Nora looks at us puzzled!
We burst out laughing and we move towards the only hut ... a plump man appears, looks at us and says: "Mohammad Jalali"(the name of the owner of the Guesthouse booked by the bus terminal) ... as if it were a code word, I nod and two seconds later we find ourselves piled up on a pick up with our backpacks and stroller in the back between bags of cement and lime !
Crossing the door of the Tak Taku Guesthouse... a desert oasis ... peace, tranquility ... Mohammad welcomes us sleepy.
He tells his story: when he was a child he saw groups of European cyclists and motorcyclists who, going along the Silk Road, went to India or China... Many stopped at Toudeshk where, then, there were no accommodations ... everything starts as a joke, without knowing English, begins to "host" these men who came from so far away ... it helps them to pitch tents in the courtyard of his parents' old house, he offers them water hot for the shower and slowly the idea of building something ... with enormous sacrifices his beloved guesthouse was born.
We go out for a stroll around the little mud village ... we meet women who come to greet us and welcome us ... We reach the magnificent mosque where Mark finds himself playing table tennis with local boys while Nora runs and jokes with girls.
Nora, sweet love. I see her happy, I see her interacting with children so far geographically and culturally from her and, at the same time, I see that it doesn't matter the language, your roots: the children are children, they play and have fun, they smile and caress each other. I love the world and I love my daughter in the world that every day gives us unique and unrepeatable moments.
In the evening we eat on the ground all together, we talk, we laugh and we admire this magical place that, at night, illuminated, becomes even more enchanting.
By taxi we arrive, easily, to Isfahan!
Isfahan it's amazing. It is defined: the masterpiece of theIran, the jewel of the ancient Persia, one of the most beautiful cities in the Islamic world. The refined mosaics of the blue tiles of the buildings, its vast bazaar and its romantic bridges will immediately win you over.
It is a city that can be visited on foot, getting lost in its beautiful bazaar, lazing in its beautiful gardens while sipping tea and exchanging a chat with the curious and sociable inhabitants.
Isfahan it is above all the place to savor the refinements of Persian culture, evident in Imam Square, in Ali Qapu Palace, Imam Mosque and in the surrounding areas.
The Khajoo Bridge illuminated at sunset, a plate of chicken or halil (eggplant purée, cheese and turmeric) accompanied by a tasty humus, a long walk Khajoo Avenue while the hectic city life passes before our eyes are just some of the things we have appreciated so far.
We stay at the Khajoo Hotel, a beautiful 4-star hotel opened a few months ago, certainly the best choice for those visiting this picturesque city, guests of the great Meysam.
Jolfa. Armenian quarter of Isfahan. It dates back to the times of Shah Abbas I who transferred this great Christian colony from the city of Jolfa, north Iran, in Isfahan.
The Armenian Christians were highly sought after for their skill as merchants or artists, just look at the interior walls of the cathedral of Vank to understand their skill and art.
In Mosque of Jameh we meet Alì, a young imam, is sitting behind a small table with a sign "free talk about islam". It is always very interesting to deal with people so different from us and we take the opportunity to have a chat with him.
Alì he is a student of the Koran, he wears a brown tunic and a black turban (he indicates that he is a distant descendant of Mohammed).
He is a religious and, as such, a point of reference for people who can consult him for any moral problem ...
Bazaar of Bozorg. I am struck by the colorful, short, glittery women's dresses, the flamboyant underwear, the high-heeled shoes ... then you look around and see all the women covered in black ...
You wonder how their life can be at home, with their family, during their parties ... they are such beautiful women and, under those veils, they really hide a world. Attentive to makeup, nail art, body care
Abyaneh, small picturesque village and UNESCO World Heritage Site. Its steep and winding alleys, made of mud and stones, wind through the ocher-colored houses with the grates on the windows and small and fragile wooden balconies.
Lying at the foot of the mountain Karkas, Abyaneh it faces east to receive maximum hours of sunshine; winter must be very cold here ... the houses were built side by side to defend themselves from frequent raids by marauders ...
It is a city of 2500 years with very few inhabitants at about 2000 meters of altitude. Women wear flowered chadors and men wear very large black trousers, even maintaining their archaic dialect.
Entering this small village was like taking a step back in time.
It is difficult to describe the beauty of ancient traditional Iranian houses.
We visit Khan-e-Abbasin. A complex of six buildings on different levels, the stuccos on the walls are exceptional, the windows, the mirrors: light for the eyes ...
Khan-e-Tabatabei. Built in 1834 by a wealthy carpet merchant, it is characterized by intricate reliefs carved into the stone, stained glass windows, stuccoes and the hall of mirrors will drive every camera crazy!
We enjoy a beautiful view of the city from the roof of the Sultan's hammam Mir Ahmed. The interior is all tiled in shades of yellow and blue ... I wonder how it must have been in the times of the sultan! Really a place for a thousand and one nights!
Kashan is the richest city in theIran in terms of architecture, everywhere you turn there are caravanserais with breathtaking ceilings, rich traditional houses finely decorated and very elegant.
It is said that the Magi came from just Kashan to go and honor the birth of Jesus a Bethlehem. The fact could be true given that the Magi were Zoroastrian priests.
Kashan is the richest city in theIran in terms of architecture, everywhere you turn there are caravanserais with breathtaking ceilings, rich traditional houses finely decorated and very elegant.
We leave Kashan to return to the capital, the most strategic place to start and finish such a journey.
The trip in a three-hour VIP bus passes quite quickly, a little less than the hour of taxis in congested, busy and polluted Tehran.
Well, maybe this is the only thing I don't like aboutIran: its uncontrolled traffic, without rules and the suffocating smog!
How we were struck by these splendid Iranians. In every place we met special people who, with free generosity, tried to welcome us in the best way. They are beautiful, they are pure!
You see very affectionate fathers with their children and their wives, sweet in their ways. Many have confided to us that they do not want their wives to wear the veil but the State imposes it; they would like to see them free, free to express themselves! How many prejudices the world has against everything related to Islam.
How many times have I heard myself talking about the many false prejudices: "We Iranians are like you Westerners"... It is not true dear friends ... you are better than us!
We spend these last hours in the immense park of Sa’d Abad where we visit White Palace, summer residence of the Shah and we are enchanted by a carpet of 140 square meters with 150 knots per inch. Impressive!
Time to pack everything ... even this experience comes to an end. thank you Iran for everything you taught us!
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58 Responses
Glad you had a great time in Iran
It’s so very hard to be away from home
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Lovely pictures and people!
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Dear Mark, Its our honour to had a great family in Iran…… There are many places you must see them in your next trip……
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Yes we have left many places for our next trip in Iran
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I saw your last post that you landed in beautiful iran , it would be nice to see you in isfahan but i didnt see any post after then.
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Hopefully you had wonderful time in IRAN
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Iranians are warm welcoming peopl
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