Day 71 (4): Fire!
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June 15th, 2010 – by: Biedjee
Back in Yazd we asked Lorian to show us one place we hadn't seen in Yazd yet. There is an important Zoroastrian fire temple in Yazd (Yazd has the largest and most active Zoroastrian community in Iran) and due to missing out on Chak Chak we had some time left, so Lorian happily obliged.
The fire in the temple has been burning since AD 470, though it was transferred from another location to Yazd in the 15th century. Now this sounds more impressive than it really is, since the fire in the temple looked like little more than a camp-fire (behind bullet proof glass, no less). But when you think about it, it actually is impressive that this fire has been burning consistently for almost 1600 years.
There was a nice moment of hilarity when I asked Lorian to ask some Iranian tourists to take a picture of the four of us in front of the firetemple. I wanted Lorian to be in the photo, since we had had a great time with him today.
However, Iranians have issues with gender pronouns in English. I regularly noticed how Iranians would use he and she randomly in sentences (something like “see that boy, she has his ball in her hand”).
So when I asked Lorian to ask an Iranian to take a photo of us, he ordered the family to stand in front of the temple so that we could take a photo of them.
After our visit to the fire temple Lorian helped us buy some bus tickets for our next destination before he dropped us off at the hostel again. It had been a very pleasant day with him. Not only is he an excellent driver, he also proved to be a very knowledgeable guide (despite his insistence that his service would be driver only).
Back in the Silk Road hotel I met two Dutch cyclists. If you are talking hard-core travelling, these are the real deal. After having walked from Holland to the South of France, they are now cycling from Istanbul to Cambodia. All for a good cause, in fact, see: Friends On Wheels.
I had a very nice chat with them. Somehow it was nice speaking my own language again after all this time. It is strange that before meeting Bas at Persepolis a few days ago, I had not spoken any Dutch for weeks and not met any Dutch travellers for months. And now all of a sudden they were popping up everywhere (Bas arrived at the hostel the next morning).
A pity they weren't here yesterday to watch the match.
We had a nice dinner in the restaurant at the Silk Road Hotel. Another nice dinner, I should say, since this was the third night in a row that I was eating here. It really is a great place. They have an excellent menu sporting local and international dishes (from camel stew to veggie Thai curry) and they do some mean shakes to wash it down as well (date-banana shake, my new favourite).
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