Persepolis (Iran), 21.05.2013
Since we are not able to post every day as we used to until we entered Iran, the laziness is taking over and today you’ll get 2 days in 1 post. Also because yesterday was a rather disappointing day (although today we compensated).
We left Tehran late in the morning since we had to wait for some laundry to be delivered and it came only at 10:00. This delayed the packing of the car, checkout and departure. We tried to find a laundry service to wash the bag full of things that have accumulated, but there is no such place in Tehran according to several sources and we had to leave the most needed things to the hotel. The result were 59 USD for a couple of T-shirts, 5 trousers and some underwear – the most expensive washing operation of our lives 😉
The motorway out of the city was easy to find and led us south quickly. We stopped at a service station to east something, but since the choice was proper restaurant vs mini market we opted for the latter, since we wanted to see the beauties of Esfahan and many places close at 17:00. When we finally arrived, the hotel we had chosen revealed to be a rather run down place (all the good rooms were taken apparently) and th parking was full. When we came back to the car we found somebody had written something on the dirty rear window, but we didn’t understand what it was. Given the shady welcome in the hotel we became a bit suspicious. We left the car in front of the hotel, our stuff in the room and went to see city centre. The first destination was the Imam square, with its palace, two mosques and the bazaar gate and one of the biggest of its kind. It is indeed huge, and the decorations on the gates very beautiful. But it is not well kept and the building between the four gates is quite shabby seen from the square (we had a chance to see them “behind the scenes” and the building is completely run down). We have an aversion to touristy places, since we don’t like the rip off, the scams, the cheesy pitches of the local cheats. “Hello Sir, where are you from?” follows you all the time. (Some years ago, on a Bazaar in Marrakesh, a friend replied “from China”, that helped keep these guys at a distance with a laugh). A woman told us she is from Syria and has 7 children. An elderly man started explaining us the beauties of the main mosque and then asked for Euro coins, his son had a collection. Another guy invited us to see his carpets and practice his english. You never know if there is an honest intention to it. Sadly, experience in many countries has always proven this to be sales pitches, in 100% of the cases, therefore we try to cut these conversations short.
Anyway, the next stop was the bazaar, a whole area rather then a single building. In this one you find a mix of souvenirs, tourist items and items for the daily use. We must say that the building in Istanbul is far more beautiful, although the decoration of the entrance gate is marvellous. And the bazaar in Marrakesh is far more exotic. So also this place did not meet expectations. On the way back to the hotel two police men strolled down a street along us. Also they asked “where are you from?” and “where is your hotel?”. We answered the first question and stayed vague on the second. They told us to be careful with our passports and visas. At this point our suspicion became even more intense. We didn’t feel good in Esfahan. We went back to the hotel, tried to park the car in the garage but the ceilings were too low so we had to lave it on the street. Also this didn’t help to make us feel safer. As a distraction we went to what supposedly was the best restaurant in town: Shahrzad. The food was indeed very tasty: Fesenjun (chicken stew in pomegranate-walnut-eggplant sauce), a kebab of marinated meat (that strangely came with french fries), and some Gaz (similar to italian torrone) at the end. An ice cream on the way back to the hotel closed the day.
This morning we tried to escape town as quick as possible, but got lost on the way out and changed money and bought some food at a sort of supermarket. We drove for 5 hours straight through a very arid landscape with a lot of beautiful rock formations. Some of these mountains according to our LP guide are one of the largest known gas fields, although we didn’t really see anything related. It was hot, 30 degrees celsius, and sunny, and we didn’t stop but ate while driving. At 16:00 we finally arrived at Persepolis.
A massive alley leads several hundred meters straight to the site. We parked the car on a parking place made for hundreds of cars but almost deserted. Then came an entrance area with café, shops, ticket office etc that was almost deserted, half the booths were not in use and falling to pieces. Entrance was free, since apparently it is “culture week”. And then came one of the most impressive sites we have seen so far on this journey. The capital of ancient Persia, the biggest empire before Alexander the Great conquered and destroyed it, is a huge complex, partially build on a massive wall and partially caved into a nearby hill. You enter through two symmetrical, undecorated ramps with stairs and then go through the “Gate of all Nations”. The site features the remains of various palaces, a treasury, halls, squares and other buildings. You better read the details on Wikipedia. What impresses here is not just the sheer gigantic layout. What strikes most is the detailed decoration that has survived to our days on so many buildings. You see all kinds of reliefs depicting the many kings of different nations that paid tribute to the Persian kings. The figures are so vivid, so precise, so beautiful that you can spend hours analysing them. On a few places the stone is polished to it’s original, mostly black colour. What a beauty! They say that in one building in particular the walls were so polished that you could see reflections on the stone, they called it the Hall of Mirrors. It is a shame that the place is not better kept and made accessible to more people.
We got into a conversation with an elderly gentleman. He first asked us what we thought of the place. Since we never know who the people are that we talk to on the street, and we know that the country we are visiting is unfree and has a control mechanism for foreigners, we stay vague, give no opinions, don’t say anything negative. But then he got tears in his eyes and told us that he had been in Persepolis many years ago and that the place was falling apart, many installations were in decay. We were moved by what he told us and shared the desperation.
The day closes in a hotel on the site of Persepolis that was built in the 1950’s under the Shah, and you can see that this must have been a very elegant place. It feels very European, very French. From the floors, chairs and lights in the corridors, to the interior of the rooms, the high-ceiling dining hall and the two gardens on both sides of the hotel. But it is completely run down, not kept at all, falling apart. We write this post in a tent they built in the garden, the only serviced place for food and drink. It is cheap, with plastic sheets on the tables, flies and mosquitos all around, and a fake oriental ambiance. The staff couldn’t care less about the “guests”, and the food is bad. We can only imagine how chic it must have been to dine here, overlooking the veranda and garden. Maybe one day there will be the conditions to enjoy this place again.
Trip data (Day/Total) 20.05.2013
– Km driven: 524/13.696
– Hrs on the road: approx 5h/-
– Diesel l/100km: 8,5/9,3
Trip data (Day/Total) 21.05.2013
– Km driven: 429/14.125
– Hrs on the road: approx 5h/-
– Diesel l/100km: 7,6/9,2 (55l of diesel for 200.000 Rials / 6,10 USD)