Not many Americans have been to Iran lately, and those who
do go are usually restricted to group tours or have to hire a
government-sanctioned guide. Those rules
didn’t apply to us for our March 2016 visit. We were sponsored for a family
visit by our new son-in-law’s brother. That meant that we didn’t have to have
an itinerary, we didn’t have to pay for guides, and that our experiences in
Iran would be vastly different from our usual tourist-trail trips. This was much more than a sight-seeing trip ... we met lots of wonderful people, we experienced every-day life in Iran, and we made many new friends.
Katy and Jane, on a Tehran sidewalk in the required headscarves and shapeless coats. |
We flew to Tehran on March 10 from
Washington Dulles on Austrian Air via Vienna.
Arriving in Tehran late on March 11, all the women put on headscarves
before leaving the plane. I had the impression that the scarf-free flight crew
didn’t even disembark in Tehran. We were met by Katy’s new brother-in-law and
his family. They had flowers for Katy. We also were met by Afshar (I doubt the
spelling is right), who would be our personal driver for our first week in the
country. His car, a battered Peugeot-made yellow taxi, would eventually take us
all the way to Shiraz, about a thousand kilometers south of Tehran.
Jane, Ali, Katy and me on the Nature Bridge. The skyline of northern Tehran and the Alborz Mountains can be seen in the distance despite Tehran's near-constant smog. |
The next day
we visited the Tabiat (Nature) Bridge, a 2,000-ton three-level pedestrian
bridge crossing a major highway to connect two city parks, Ab-o-Atash and
Taleghani. The bridge offers amazing views of the city and the Alborz Mountains
from its winding, interlocking walkways. It has a coffee shop, a restaurant and
beautiful little gardens. It was designed by Leila Araghian, an award-winning
Iranian architect.
We started the
longest leg of our Iran road trip on Monday, March 14, heading south/southeast
to the desert oasis Mesr. Unfortunately,
none of us had looked at a map to see just how long a trip this would be. It turned out to be almost 12 hours crammed
into the little yellow taxi driving through featureless desert, with time out
for a truck-stop snack during which one member of our little party fainted,
possibly, it was ventured, as a result of fumes in the car.
Midnight at the oasis: The courtyard at Barandaz Lodge as seen from a roof terrace. A couple of young men from Germany are in the lounging and dining alcove. |
Our room at Barandaz Lodge. Sleeping on the floor isn't so bad. |
We ate and slept on the floor, not at all unusual anywhere in Iran, and enjoyed the clean desert air. The next day we all rode camels over the sand dunes and had lunch, where we met a couple from Esfahan, which happened to be our next destination.
Here we are riding camels, accompanied by two very young camels. It's much appreciated that camels kneel to make it easy for riders to get on. |
We
arrived in Esfahan, often as not referred to as Isfahan (even highway signs are
inconsistent on the spelling), around nine.
Here again not having a map posed a problem. Afshar’s approach was to
constantly ask pedestrians and other drivers how to reach our hotel. Unfortunately, few people know where
everything is in their own towns, and our hotel, Hasht Behesht (click HERE), apparently isn’t well
known despite being rated No. 1 on TripAdvisor. We could walk to everything we
wanted to see from our hotel. Esfahan is the prettiest and most pleasant city we visited. It has the world’s second-largest public square, beautiful arched bridges and a busy but not-too-crowded bazaar. It also has at least one excellent restaurant, Shahrzad (click HERE), which was recommended by the Esfahan residents we met out in the desert, and
a great breakfast/hookah place near the bazaar, Azadega Café (click HERE), which looks like
the world’s funkiest junk shop. We had
breakfast there twice, seated well away from the old men smoking hookahs. If you've clicked on the links, you know we relied on TripAdvisor in Iran. We also used the 2012 Lonely Planet guidebook.
After two nights in Esfahan, we put our faith in Afshar once more and headed for Shiraz, the city where wine is thought to have originated. Of course, the Islamic Republic of Iran makes sure that wine is no longer available. Our arrival in Esfahan prepared us for our arrival in Shiraz, once again driving in circles and asking directions. Ali later would amuse us by mimicking the way Afshar shouted his questions at innocent pedestrians and drivers. Eventually we found our hotel, the Zandiyeh (click HERE), a new and quite posh hotel. When we realized that our window looked into an air shaft, my wife called the desk to ask if another room was available. The woman at the desk asked her to put “your husband” on the phone. She explained that the front desk could just as well speak with her but was unsuccessful in getting another room – the hotel was full. Judging by the busy lobby, most of the other guests were Iranians, many with children in tow. The large breakfast buffet was much better than that at the Aramis in Tehran. We ate one dinner and one late lunch in a wonderful little café near the hotel called Qavam (click HERE). Ali knew and the rest of us came to know that this was truly Iranian home cooking. Another dinner was in a basement restaurant, Kateh Mas (click HERE), just outside the bazaar, complete with live (and loud) music and a salad bar. Before going to Kateh Mas, we were seated at the restaurant Shapouri Garden (click HERE), which is in a beautiful old villa surrounded by wonderful gardens. People pay just to visit the gardens. However, after seeing the menu, mostly fast-food kebabs, we left. Shapouri, highly rated in TripAdvisor, is a warning not to take those ratings too seriously.
After two nights in Esfahan, we put our faith in Afshar once more and headed for Shiraz, the city where wine is thought to have originated. Of course, the Islamic Republic of Iran makes sure that wine is no longer available. Our arrival in Esfahan prepared us for our arrival in Shiraz, once again driving in circles and asking directions. Ali later would amuse us by mimicking the way Afshar shouted his questions at innocent pedestrians and drivers. Eventually we found our hotel, the Zandiyeh (click HERE), a new and quite posh hotel. When we realized that our window looked into an air shaft, my wife called the desk to ask if another room was available. The woman at the desk asked her to put “your husband” on the phone. She explained that the front desk could just as well speak with her but was unsuccessful in getting another room – the hotel was full. Judging by the busy lobby, most of the other guests were Iranians, many with children in tow. The large breakfast buffet was much better than that at the Aramis in Tehran. We ate one dinner and one late lunch in a wonderful little café near the hotel called Qavam (click HERE). Ali knew and the rest of us came to know that this was truly Iranian home cooking. Another dinner was in a basement restaurant, Kateh Mas (click HERE), just outside the bazaar, complete with live (and loud) music and a salad bar. Before going to Kateh Mas, we were seated at the restaurant Shapouri Garden (click HERE), which is in a beautiful old villa surrounded by wonderful gardens. People pay just to visit the gardens. However, after seeing the menu, mostly fast-food kebabs, we left. Shapouri, highly rated in TripAdvisor, is a warning not to take those ratings too seriously.
The Hall of 100 Columns, with the Apadana Palace in the background. Note how tiny the people appear among these gigantic columns. |
The reason for going all the way to Shiraz was to visit Persepolis, the captivating ruins of the capital of the ancient Persian empire. It’s about an hour outside the city, surrounded by mountains and desert. The ruins, covered by sand for centuries until being excavated in the 1930s, are in amazingly good shape. The city, built by the dynastic successors of Cyrus the Great (580 to 529 B.C.), was destroyed in 330 B.C. by Alexander the Great, who, had he not conquered Persia, might be known simply as Alexander. The buildings were made of stone but the roofs were made of wood. Alexander’s forces set a fire that consumed the roofs and destabilized the columns, pillars and walls, many of which collapsed. As is seen in much of modern Iran, there was an emphasis on decorating every surface. Standing figures bearing arms were carved into door posts, rows of soldiers are seen following a king on walls, and camels, lions and other animals are beside you on stairways. Signage around the site is in Farsi and English, making Persepolis understandable even if you knew little about it before arriving. Some foreigners, and this was the only place in Iran where we saw many other international tourists, had hired English-speaking guides, but they seemed to merely recite what was on the signs.
The Gate of All Nations, almost as impressive today as it must have been in the fourth century B.C. |
One of the site’s many highlights comes as
you enter through the “Gate of All Nations,” which apparently was built as a series of
grand arches, one of which still stands almost intact. The “All Nations” refers
to Persia’s 32 or so conquered countries, which stretched from Ethiopia and
Egypt to the Indus River at the height of its power. The symbol of Cyrus (known as Kourosh in
Farsi), a king with the wings of an eagle, can be seen all over Iran in
inexpensive as well as fine jewelry, in china decoration and here at
Persepolis. The symbol along with what is thought to be Cyrus’s guiding
principal (“Good thoughts, good words, good deeds”) is reproduced in various
languages on everything from high-quality silver tea trays to T-shirts. Cyrus,
by the way, is often credited as a pioneer in recognizing human rights thanks
to the way in which he administered his vast empire: “I am Cyrus. King of the world. When I
entered Babylon... I did not allow anyone to terrorize the land... I kept in
view the needs of people and all its sanctuaries to promote their well-being...
I put an end to their misfortune. The Great God has delivered all the lands
into my hand; the lands that I have made to dwell in a peaceful habitation….” Persepolis, by the way, was not built by
slave labor. One part of the site revealed 38,000 or so clay tablets bearing the
names, jobs and wages of workers.
The next day was the last with our taxi
driver, Afshar. He first took us
to the Garden of Paradise (Barh-e Eram), a Unesco-listed botanical park
surrounding a Qajar-era (1795-1925) villa. Most signage was in English as well
as Farsi. This being during the run-up to Nowruz, the park was packed with
Iranian holiday-makers, many outfitted with selfie sticks.
After the park, we
were off to Shiraz’s very modern airport for our flight back to Tehran. Unfortunately,
our flight was delayed. And delayed again.
After waiting a few hours, our son-in-law was able to get us on another
plane to Tehran. While we were waiting, I got up to walk around and a woman
asked Jane if she could sit by her in the seat I had vacated. Jane nodded “no” and the woman instead sat
nearby. Later the woman came by with two
small boxes for Jane and Katy, who wasn’t there at the moment. Each box held a
ring, apparently from a shop at the airport. She wanted to welcome us to Iran
and for us to think well of Iran. I’m
willing to bet that nothing like that happens at any airport in the U.S.
The villa at the heart of Bahr-e Eram, a Unesco-recognized botanical garden in Shiraz. |
Upon arrival at
Tehran’s domestic airport, we were again met by Ali’s extremely helpful
brother. He drove us all to Qa'emshahr in Mazandaran province, where the four of
us stayed very comfortably in a furnished and modern two-bedroom apartment loaned to us by
one of our son-in-law’s sisters and her husband. They were there to greet us when we arrived
well after midnight. The house was
stocked with fresh fruit, candies and cookies, all for us. Iranian hospitality
is a wondrous thing. The traditional Nowruz items – a miniature Koran, goldfish
swimming in a bowl, a grassy planter, nuts and fruits – were set out on a
table.
We spent the
next 11 or 12 days here getting know Katy’s new in-laws, a large and very friendly
family. Ali’s parents and a couple of his uncles live in Vaskas, a nearby
farming village. We spent almost every evening at his parents’ comfortable,
marble-tiled house, especially the five nights of dancing that preceded the wedding.
The actual farming is outside the village. His father grows navel oranges, sour
oranges, sweet lemons (a lemon with a mild sweet taste that can be eaten like
an orange), kiwi fruit, sugar cane (he makes a wonderful molasses-like paste
that’s used in sweets), and rice. Katy’s
new mother-in-law seemed to cook nonstop, assisted by her three daughters,
other relatives and a very nice neighbor from across the street. She must have served dinner to a hundred
people the evening before the wedding, organizing it like a field marshal with
her grandsons and others forming human chains to get trays of food to all the
guests.
Most meals
were eaten on the floor in one of two large and comfortable sitting rooms. Lunch is the main meal: saffron-drizzled
rice, crusts of rice from the bottom of the pan (Iranians cook rice halfway
with water, then pour it off and finish it dry, with the rice on the bottom of
the pan sticking, browning and becoming even more delicious), soup, yogurt with
spinach, fresh salads, and multiple main dishes that might include chicken fesenjoon (chicken
cooked with a pomegranate and ground walnut paste). Or duck prepared the same
way. Or braised beef. Or lamb or chicken
or chopped-beef kebabs. A favorite of mine was abgoosht, a stew made with lamb
or beef. The broth is drained from the stew and served as a soup. The remaining
meat and veggies are then mashed into a thick paste that is eaten as a separate
dish. Individual servings of this are called dizi in restaurants. We had it a couple of times in restaurants,
but the best was at home in Vaskas.
We finally
left Qa'emshahr on Wednesday, March 30, for Tehran, where Jane and I spent the
night at the Mashad Hotel (click HERE) while Katy and Ali stayed at his brother’s apartment. The hotel is around the corner from the old
American embassy where more than 60 U.S. workers were taken hostage on Nov. 4,
1979. They were released Jan. 20, 1981,
the day Ronald Reagan was sworn in as president. (Reagan, of course, went on to
befriend the radical Iranian government when he violated U.S. laws to sell it
weapons during the Iran-Iraq war.) The
fence surrounding the embassy complex still has anti-American murals from those
days. Tehran residents today seem ashamed of the hostage-taking and want
reminders of it erased.
We spent our
last day in Iran touring the city with one of Ali’s friends and his wife. We
had hoped to visit the famous Jewels Museum, which contains the Peacock Throne of the shahs, but it was closed.
Instead we went to the Niyavaran Palace Museum, home of the Pahlavi
shahs, in a large park-like setting in northern Tehran in the foothills of the
Alborz Mountains. They lived regally but not quite on the scale of Louis XIV.
After a final goodbye dinner at Katy’s new brother-in-law’s apartment, we left
for the airport and our 3:50 a.m. flight to Vienna. We were at Washington Dulles by early
afternoon Friday. Katy and Ali flew on to San Diego, and we were home on
Tilghman Island in time for dinner.
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