Shiraz and the Persepolis
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My last day in Yazd I had a short chatted with this Dutch girl staying in Silk Road Hotel that happened to leave and heading to Shiraz the same day. We took a separate taxi to the bus terminal leaving at 2pm. Yazd to shiraz took 7 hours and we arrived at 9pm dark and starving. Shiraz temperature was less cold than the north. Arriving Shiraz bus terminal we wanted to walk in finding the hotel. This is Conservative Islamic Nation whenever the local sees blue eyes Caucasian women, people tend to give 2nd or 3rd look so Jashenka(spelling) walked together-avoiding harassment towards foreign woman.
Jashenka looks alluring in her black scarf she wore all the time in Esfahan.
Knackered and my shoulder was sore of the 4 backpacks band, I lay down on the bed of twin bedroom in front of horrifically noisy road.
Awaken by horrendous noise from the main road I freshened up at 7.30am. I was going to Persepolis early morning. Alejandro had 2 days in Shiraz, had a lot to catch up on his blog so he decided not to come along but going the next day. It wasn’t difficult at all to get to Persepolis independently. Most travellers are taking a tour arranged by the hotel they stayed, my hotel manager didn’t even understand what I was asking, but that’s worked out well, I was trying to avoid any.
I’ve seen too many ruin since summer, from Ephesus in Turkey to Palmyra in Syria, this ruin was just another picture of rocks and columns. The only sculpture that I was astonished by was the 2 birds’ head statue.
Returning back to Shiraz I took the same Minibus but a little frightening experience. I was sitting by the window and it was 10cm distant the lorry beside me to slide during the fast overtaking. Couple minutes later I heard glass breaking from the front that I terrified to know the lorry had hit the bus side mirror. This kind of accident seems nothing to the local by their reactions.
The next half day was spent wandered around Shiraz. There is more ‘colour’ than just black in the town. The Iranian women wearing a colourful dress and there also option for ‘westernized’ food such as pizzas and KFC although it was ‘B’ FC. I don’t know what that’s ‘B’ stands for but I saw colonel’s Sandler’s trademark. Had a falafel sandwich I strolled down and stopped by an Iranian boy. He followed me and conversing English, the way to improve his English but he was oddly speaking in American accent. It was laughable; I asked him why are you trying to imitate an accent that not belongs to yours? It became bothersome when he was trying too hard to sound American that I couldn’t understand a word. He says he watches American program from the satellite.
Final night in Iran we walked along Lotfali Khan Street, livelier in the evening with the pedestrian and local shops selling from Iran’s and international cds, carpet to clothes.
Finally I left the Persian Country. Before I boarded Airarabia flight to Sharjah, Alejandro and I went to money changer to change our last foreign currency left on our last hours in Shiraz. It’s better to change money under 1 person to avoid unnecessary commission, Alejandro handed me his USD 20 and I wanted to change only €10 from my €20 bill. Not only touts pestering in the bus station or taxi stand, outside money changer booth there’s line up of this money changer tout’s looking to rip our money.
I gave Alejandro his 200000 Riyal (20USD) and we parted ways soon later. On the bright side he knows how to get to Persepolis the cheap way cause I did and briefed him in detail how to. His next destination is also Sharjah UAE but by different mode of transportation. By ferry from Bandar Abbas to Sharjah UAE he’s schedule to leave the day after. I am only laying-over in Sharjah and he’s planning to spend a week or so in the Emirate.