The Journey
We recently
spent 14 days in Iran, no, in the Islamic Republic of Iran (IRI), and two days
flying in and out, from Berlin to Istanbul to Shiraz coming, and Tehran to
Istanbul to Berlin going. A full two weeks in a huge, largely arid country with
fascinating people and enchanting ancient monuments and sites, like gardens.
No, we did not visit the uranium enrichment facilities – but we saw that
notorious installation peeking a bit above ground, most of it underground in a
location that shall remain classified…
The journey
was organized by the German-Iranian Friendship Society Berlin in cooperating
with an excellent one-man travel agency called OrientExpressOnline. Yes, that
it was, an express through thousands of years of distinguished history and
brief views of the modern Iran. There were 13 of us, plus one outstanding guide,
Harmut Niemann of Orient Express, and the Friendship Society person, an Iranian
lady; Parto Teherani, I was the only one with an American passport and that was
not unimportant, as we found out.
The official
reason for the trip were visits to the famed Iranian gardens which have come
under UNESCO protection as world cultural heritage monuments. The cities we
visited – between vast stretches of the Iranian deserts – were Shiraz, Kerman,
Tabas, Yazd, Na’in, Isfahan, Natanz, Kashan – almost Qom - and finally Tehran.
Several thousand miles, or so it seemed, in a comfortable Volvo-powered bus.
Summing up
We are very
happy to have visited Iran. With the gardens, the many monument sites and the
old and newer cities, we learned a great deal about this very ancient
conquering and much-conquered country whose contribution to world culture is
remarkable. Being among the very few western tourists (we did see others, all
in white, on their way to Mecca), we were welcomed centers of attention
wherever we went and enjoyed that very much. It was quite obvious that Iran’s
political, religious and economic situation is having a major impact on life in
Iran. Tourists feel that, too, because investments in and experience with what
tourists expect are somewhat lacking. Both Vietnam and Cuba are much more
successful in that business – which is not high priority for the state in Iran.
And why
Iran?
Well, if the
choice is between Iraq, adjoining the country to the west, and
Afghanistan, just over the mountains to the east, the decision was easy; by
comparison, Iran is in a state of, well, peace. Seriously, I have had an
affection for Iranians ever since I made friends with an Iranian boy at a
Heidelberg, Germany, high school. He had been sent there by his Iranian
parents; he later studied medicine in Germany.
And Hanne,
my adventurous (Cuba, Vietnam…) wife, had long been friends with Parto Teherani
who had just finished her long career teaching at Berlin’s Humboldt University.
And that friend had long been encouraged by her German friends to take them to
Iran. And so she did, the central purpose of the trip being extensive visits to
those famous Iranian gardens.
The Country
The Islamic
Republic is huge, five times as large as Germany, more like Alaska. It has been
the crossroads for trade and migration for thousands of years, with the Silk
Road just one of the examples of the country’s relation between Asia and
Europe. A population of about 80 million resides in only 7% of the area, with
the center a vast desert region, the Kavir desert – hundreds of bus miles long
and wide as we found out. Huge salt lakes glisten in the thin air of the high
plateau.
The severe
economic situation of the country is well-known and its complicated background
is better left to the experts. I briefed myself, of course, with the online CIA
country report but I think there are probably other equally valid alternative
description of the IRI. Obvious are the effects of the international embargo
that has seriously curtailed the much-needed oil exports, capital inflows and
financial transaction in general. Inflation is rampant and prices for the
visiting tourists sometimes amazingly low – a good 12-ounce bottle of mineral
water cost us about 15 US cents. We paid in rial, the local currency which we
obtained in exchange offices; credit cards and ATM cards are not accepted.
The People
Aside from
the glorious ancient sites, we most enjoyed coming in contact with many, many
Iranians, in hotels, in the bazaars, on the street, in the mosques – and in the
elegant homes of a couple of Iranian artists and families. The hunger for contact
with the world is great. Almost 70 percent of the Iranian population is under
25 and they are open and eager to talk. We don’t know if English is taught in
schools, but most young people addressed us in English. Most signs highways and
in towns are in English.
Iranians
spontaneously told us that they have no anger against foreigners. They would
ask us to “tell your friends that Iranians want to be friends”, but their own
government – and that of the West, like America, are the problem. Those
comments were very specific when the Iranians we were talking with learned that
I am an American.
Veils and
Make-Up
Both men and
women in Iran are generally quite handsome, the women – what I could see of
them – especially attractive. All women must be veiled with at least a
headscarf when outside their own home. Even tourist women are forced to wear a
scarf at all times in public, starting on arrival at an Iranian airport. Many
younger and older women wear the chador, the head-to-toe black garb that leaves
only the face to be seen.
In contrast,
most scarfed women were exceptionally well dressed, in jeans, flashy dresses,
high heels – and make-up to kill. The contrast of the make-up with the veils is
stunning. I was very much annoyed with the absolute demand on women to wear veils.
Our own tour group ladies wore them at all times and I confess that made me angry,
not at them, of course, but at the oppression of a religion.
Religion all
Over
Would a
western country demand of Iranian tourists that they wear a cross around their
neck starting at the airport arrival, in, say Frankfurt – or that men wear a
monk’s tunic? The demands of the Iranian theocracy pushed me to the limits of
my patience but I kept quiet. Privately, I reacted to the thousands and
thousands of large faces of the current or former religious leaders on
buildings, in shops, in restaurants with my own personal not altogether
positive feelings.
Iran is basically a theocracy where the senior religious
leaders have the ultimate decision powers over all aspects of life. The large
number of mosques, of course, have always been there, but the powers of the
Islamic Shiite religion has become absolute after the revolution of 1979. We were surprised to learn, however, that in
the last thirty years the attendance in mosques has fallen off significantly.
Only Friday Prayers are meagerly attended, often with believers bussed in from
the countryside to fill the mosques.
Being
Watched While Watching
Having an
American passport turned out to be a problem from the start. I had checked with
the Berlin US embassy and they assured me that traveling to Iran is not
restricted in any way. But the Iranian Berlin consulate delayed issuing my visa
and wanted more details of my past. When I got the visa in my passport, I
noticed that it was for a shorter period than the trip was long. So, in the
middle of Iran, I had to go through a tedious extension process. But there was
a reason for that.
The tour
management had been forced accept a special “guide” because of my presence in
the tour. That had never happened to Hartmut, our experienced and respected German
tour guide who is fluent in Farsi and married to an Iranian woman. The special
guide was assigned to watch me and the visa extension gave the authorities
another look at me – I had to appear in person and give fingerprints. The
little “guide” spoke English, which may explain why he was picked; and he told
me that he had studied in Oklahoma. I suspect he was retired military with
special assignments when Americans visit. We got along well, he and I, and our
tour had many a chuckle about the need to watch me when and wherever I
pretended to take photos of official places. Which I did not do, of course.
The last time I had met Iranian military officers was at the Command & General Staff College at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, where, stationed as a First Lieutenant, U.S. Army, on the commanding general's staff, I met many of the senior officer of foreign armies that were students at that Army college. Little did I know that so many years later, in Iran....
Police and Military
Presence
We
frequently saw military installations, camps with tanks in front (no photos,
Franz!) and young soldiers in the streets of the towns we visited. Police was
only occasionally visible but we felt safe, even in the chaotic traffic
situations we had to manage wandering from mosque to mosque.
Road checks,
however, were quite frequent. On all cross-country highways, the major ones are
well maintained and often beautifully decorated with flowers and flowering
bushes. The tour bus would stop at a gated stop and the driver had to hightail
it to a checkpoint and report whatever he had to report. Sometimes a policeman
entered the bus and we just had time to snap on our seat belts. No passports
were checked. The drivers are under very strict regulation to not exceed
certain hours behind the wheel – which once, in the middle of the night, forced
the tour to request a new driver from a far-away city, our goal. Our man had
reached his limit and was not allowed to drive on.
The Tourist
Experience
Food: Eating out is not necessarily a reason to
visit Iran. We were told that a real public restaurant tradition had not
developed and the menu tended to list the same dishes over and over.
Nevertheless, in one ancient and charming hotel in Yazd, a family of cooks in
the kitchen prepared for us a magnificent buffet that we all remembered in the
other, much more modest establishments. That banquet was served on a great
roof-top veranda, overlooking several mosques that glowed in their deep-blue
glory as the evening sun set.
Hotels: Aside from the discrete arrow on the wall
pointing the believer in the direction of Mecca, rooms were normal, sometimes
very modest tourist facilities. TV showed only Iranian programs, with one
exception in Shiraz, a quite international city, which offered a CNN channel
that did not show current news, however, only specials that CNN produces on
life in other countries. Somewhat challenging are the ancient hole-in-the-floor
toilets that always prove, ah, difficult for the age-challenged western
visitors.
Historical
Sites: We were lucky to be guided on our
tour by our extraordinarily well informed German guide Hartmut whose depth of
knowledge of the history, architecture and art of Iran made trudging, sometimes
at some distance, from site to mosque to ancient old town, a wonderful
experience. A great example of Iran’s very long and distinguished history were
the incredible ruins of the ancient palace at Persepolis which was built by
Darius the First around 500 BC.
Gardens: Our Berlin friend explained the dozen or so
very special Iranian gardens, the official target of the tour. Their existence
and importance is rooted in the unique Iranian topography – vast high deserts
and plains surrounded by bare mountains, some over 15,000 feet high. Historical
Iranians (the list of tribes and invaders and empires in Iran is very long
indeed) learned to carve tens of thousands of miles of man-high tunnels
(“quanats”) into the rock underground, starting at the base of sometimes
snow-covered mountains. Their waters were guided underground to settlements and
towns – and into the gardens that gave them the appearance and function of lush
oases in the deserts. Iranians take great pride in these, mostly square,
gardens that are watered by open channels of water that flow through the
gardens in the form of a cross ( + ).
Trees and bushes and flowers make these gardens truly lush oasis. UNESCO
recognized the Iranian gardens are a significant world cultural heritage and
right they are.
Mud Walls
and Towns: A remarkable – and oh so
photogenic – sight in most the old cities we visited were sometimes quite
ancient mud wall structures. Often devastated by the earthquake-prone tectonics
of Iran, the mud structures are truly amazing and we could not get enough of
these structures, sometimes huge citadels, sometimes small village buildings.
Bazaars: Of course, we visited all the bazaars we
could walk to. The greatest one we enjoyed was in Isfahan, at one end of a huge
restored square dotted with large mosques on two sides, an ancient palace on
the third – the bazaar on the fourth. Compared with the bazaars we have seen in
Egypt and Turkey, the Iranian variety often have artisans of many kinds hammering
and carving and creating their beautiful crafts. The ancient handicraft skills
are alive and well in the bazaars where alas few tourists have a chance to
admire them. We found the atmosphere in our meeting tradesmen and artisans most
pleasant because, as compared to the rough and pushy store keepers in, for
example, Egypt, Iranians in the bazaars where without exception polite and
responded to our inquiries only when asked.
Almost in
Qom and then Tehran
We much
wanted to walk through the inner sanctum of Shiite Iran, the ancient city of
Qom. But our Iranian driver refused to take the bus to even the outskirts of
the holy city, we don’t know why. Here the real power of the Iranian state
resides, where the revolutionary leader Khoemini went after toppling the Shah.
We saw his, Khoemini’s immense multiple-mosque burial place, but only from the
parking lot near it. I was glad not have to pay respect that man in his
mausoleum.
A short bus ride
took us to Tehran, capital city of Iran, an immense, 15-million people
metropolitan area, where we ended our exploration of the country. The
snow-covered Elburs mountain range towers over this busy, noisy city. It is
dotted by a large number of meticulously maintained parks that we enjoyed. We
visited the, surprise, surprise, beautifully restored residences and palaces of
the last shah, Reza Pahlevi and those of his father, the first of the so-called
dynasty (the father appointed himself emperor after a brief career as army
sergeant).
Not many foreigners visit Tehran, it seems. So few in fact, that
postcards of this great city were nowhere to be found! How could we prove to
family and friends that we actually were there? The city’s newsstands also
offered not a single foreign newspaper or magazine – only an English-language
news summary issued by a government agency that carefully selects only the
blandest of news stories.
From our
bus, I saw the huge American embassy, its walls covered with massive propaganda
slogans, site of the infamous hostage-taking in November of 1979, lasting until
January of 1981; in another city, we saw a large roadside billboard, in the
middle of town, that thanked Allah for sending a sandstorm to down the U.S.
helicopters that were making an attempt to free the American hostages in
Tehran.
In and
around Tehran and all over Iran we noted that cities are well taken care of.
While many new building skeletons remind one that the severe shortage of
capital is pinching Iran badly, we were surprised, over and over, by the care
cities take to landscape roadways with trees and flowers, not only in parks. We
compared this to our modern German cities, like Berlin, where tight budgets are
reducing or eliminating landscaped public spaces. This desert country relishes
green and blossoms and lovely park areas in cities and villages.
I noted that
building construction, as little as there was being completed, always showed a
special earthquake-safe design – strong steel vertical and horizontal beams,
with crisscrossed wall spaces to stabilize the finished building. Iran has
suffered terrible earthquake disasters in recent years and is taking care to
minimize damage with that unique design.
Prost!
The scarves
of our German friends came off once in the airplane to Istanbul. Our two weeks
on the wagon, not a drop of booze anywhere to be had or seen, much less allowed,
were finally ended on the very comfortable and pleasant Turkish Airline plane
back to Frankfurt from Istanbul. We toasted a wonderful visit to a fascinating
and great country. Prost!