Blogs from Yazd, East, Iran, Middle East - page 3

Yazd A city with deep Zoroastrian roots. Initially, before going to Iran, I've read that majority of the Iranian's are Shiite Muslims. Little did I know that I would actually go to a city where the number of Zoroastrians would outweigh the number of Muslims. A city deep in history, with much to offer. So let's begin our tour of Yazd, shall we? First up, I went to the Amir Chagmagh Complex, where we had to climb winding, steep spiral staircases. Alright, did I mention that I have an extreme fear of heights? Plus, the fact that I get claustrophobic easily does not help either! Nevertheless, I had to psycho myself, saying that I made the decision to come to Iran to experience new things, so why waste the time and money in coming here when ... read more

Dzis bedzie bez zdjec. Wyjechalismy z Shiraz,gdzie zostawilam swoja juz zaprzyjazniona dziewczynke z kawiarni internetowej, ubrana od stop do glow na czarno, ktora jak tylko mnie widziala, oferowala kabel USB. Jak gdzie znajde kabel, bedzie wiecej zdjec... Z Shiraz do Yazd jechalismy w 5 osob plus bagaz -wiec troche jak sardynki - lokalnie skladanym peugotem, ktory moze nawet nie byl taki starutki, ale nasz kierowca eksploatowal go bezdusznie. Zupelnie tu sie nie przejmuja speedbumpsami - przejezdzaja przez nie bez hamowania, a pasazerowie wala glowa w sufit. Peugotow jezdzi mnostyow, duzo tez jest marki KIA, no i lokalnych peykanow, ktorych juz nie produkuja, ale nadal jezdza i smrodza. Peykan byl podobno idea szacha, ktory chcial kazdemu Iranczykowi dac samochod, tak jak Polakom dawano male fiaty. Po dordze mijalismy mnostwo autobosow, ktorymi wieziono klakierow, bo wlasnie w Shira ... read more

It's hard to leave one place after one month and I have to do it for the second time in this trip. As one of my friend wrote on his blog this is "a school to learn to say goodbye": traveling you must say goodbye to so many people that maybe have been very interesting to speech with and to know about their life. But you must say goodbye and maybe you'll never meet again. In that moment it's so important for me to say what I think about who is living directly. I am still learning to do it. Thanks to all the people that I met in the Silk road hotel in Yazd and help my travel to go on, first of all to the staff and the manager of the hotel that gave ... read more

We arrive in Yazd early on Friday morning. Pat and Christina decide to join me in meeting up with Mansour. While waiting for him to arrive we meet a couple from Geelong who are cycling through Iran. We all find it odd that five Australians are standing at a roundabout in a town in the middle of the desert in Iran at eight o'clock in morning. Mansour and Maria arrive and the first question he asks is "why would you want to come to Yazd? Its shit". This is a reassuring comment from our supposed guide. We dump our bags in one of the awesome hotels and after breakfast go on a walking tour of the old city. And its a very old city, allegedly 7000 years old. We see the qanats and water storage tanks, ... read more

We arrived in Yazd from Isfahan on the 6th June. The bus journey was good, a nice air conditioned very punctual bus. We're staying at Kohan Kashana traditional hotel, which means courtyards, fountains and general lovely atmosphere, all for 300,000 rials a night (twin room, inc. breakfast, en suite). I've managed to get ill, by eating a camel burger on the 6th. Severe stomach cramps and all the usual food poisoning joy followed, until finally last night I decided I'd better go to a doctor (the LP says to seek medical attention immediately if suffering abdominal pain as well as, erm, bad stomach-ness). We duly headed off, saw a doctor who spoke just about enough English, and then went to find a pharmacy. He had prescribed a syrup to treat the actual bug, some fairly strong ... read more