Shiraz somehow has plenty of tombs and mausoleums and shrines, basically, buildings that are dedicated to dead people. I visited two of them. But somehow, to be honest, these are some of the places that I understood the least. I visited the Aramgah-e Hafez, a tomb dedicated to Hafez, a Persian poet; and I also visited the Imamzadeh-ye Ali Ebn-e Hamze, the tomb of Emir Ali, a nephew of Shah Cheragh who I was told also died here a long time ago when he was on the way to Khorasan to help Imam Reza.
27 April 2017
25 April 2017
The other day, I was exiting the metro station when I saw a group of three Chinese tourists (I am pretty sure they were speaking in Mandarin, and they had cameras and suitcases with them) eating at one of the fast food outlets at the station. It happened to be an "Asian" fast food counter, those types that offered fried noodles in a wok, with some random sauce and some random meat on it. For a moment I did a double take, because that somehow looked odd to me. I never really understood the idea of eating [insert ethnicity X here] food when you're traveling in a foreign country, and you happen to be [insert ethnicity X here] yourself.
23 April 2017
Traditional houses abound in Iran. Sometimes they are transformed into museums, as is the case of the houses I saw in Kashan, or they are transformed into boutique or traditional hotels. Shiraz isn't known for traditional houses, but nevertheless there are a few houses-turned-museums that are open to the public. One such house is the Naranjestan-e Qavam, or the Qavam House.
21 April 2017
The other day, I was wondering what to write here. Then I realized how much things have changed here. There was a time when I was excited to write down almost everything that has happened to me, from the grandiose to the mundane. Nowadays, that is not the case anymore. 12 years later, it seems that I have a small set of things that I write about.
19 April 2017
Shiraz was my next stop in my trip. After taking a taxi from Kerman, and visiting archaeological sites in between, I stayed for four nights, exploring the city slowly. As I was traveling for three weeks, I also didn't want to pack every day so for the next four days, I sight-seed and relaxed, reading my book, exploring the city slowly. One of the first things I saw in Shiraz was the Masjed-e Nasir-ol-Molk, or the Nasir-ol-Molk Mosque. This is also known as the Pink Mosque, and is one of the most photographed mosques in the country.