There is nothing like traveling to another country to expand one’s preconceived notions and find those notions had more to do with ignorance than fact. This is what happened to me when I traveled to Iran in October of 2017.
Prior to my departure, people asked whether I was making the right decision, suggesting I might want to think twice about visiting a country that hates America, urging me to watch my back, hoping I might change my mind, and praying I make it home safely.
Pam Perkins, a traveler, writer, and photographer from Redwood City, visited Iran in 2017. She originally wrote this account for her personal blog. This is the last of three parts.
None of these people have traveled to Iran, and they probably never will because preconceived notions have a way of preventing people from stepping out of their comfort zone and separating fact from fiction.
Iranian People Were Warm and Welcoming
During my visit to Iran I wondered how best to describe this trip because there was so much to tell. First, I could provide our 19-day itinerary and explain colorful details about each spectacular city we visited: Tabriz, Zanjan, Yazd, Tehran, Shiraz, Firuzabad, Yasuj, and Isfahan, but my written piece would be way too long. I could also share a few poignant stories to illustrate how warm and welcoming the Iranian people were — how they would stop you on the street and ask where you were from. And when they heard we were from America, they smiled, gave us a thumbs up sign, a vigorous handshake, and sometimes even a hug.
Their genuine greetings were warm and inviting, not pushy or aggressive. And these were some of the words we often heard. We love America. We love Americans. Many Americans lived here before the Revolution. Some of our relatives now live in America. I have an aunt in Sacramento. President Obama was good. The new guy not so much. Politics in both countries bad. Would you like to come to my house for dinner? My mother will make Persian food. If you need help, here is my phone number. Call me.
We had some long bus rides, and while I wasn’t excited about the eight-hour round-trip drive to see one of the oldest Armenian churches in the world, it was an impressive sight, and during our time on the road, we enjoyed the comforts of a mini-bus, where the six of us each had our own window to see the huge swath of land we covered and the spectacular scenery.
Diversity of Iran’s Landscape is Impressive
Most people think Iran is one giant desert, but there’s so much more, like steep, rocky, limestone mountain ranges, deep gorges, and tall waterfalls. The desert-like terrain is often dotted with scrub brush, fig trees, occasional wild camels, and many herds of goats. The small towns we passed through reminded me of places I’ve traveled before, where old men congregate on park benches to kibbitz with one another, or sit at outdoor cafes drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes, while the women, in this case, fully cloaked in black chadors, hustled in and out of nearby shops, busily filling their plastic bags with whatever their family needed for the day.
While driving on a busy highway, we gasped as we watched a shepherd lead his herd of goats across a multi-lane divided highway with big trucks and tourist buses speeding in both directions.
Enjoying the Unique Flavor of Each City
Each city we visited had a unique flavor, but we could always expect a highly decorated mosque or two, a specialty museum and a bustling bazaar that sold everything from hand-woven goods, a variety of cooking utensils to expensive gold jewelry and fancy high heel shoes. In beautiful Isfahan, the 17th century capital of the Safavids, we saw three famous bridges that spanned dry rivers, but what impressed us most was one of the world’s grandest squares with a highly decorated palace at one end and a colorful Friday mosque at the other.
We were tempted to buy art when one of Iran’s most gifted artists showed us how he used a very fine brush to create delicate miniature paintings on camel bone, but a successful Persian carpet shopping spree had us thinking twice. We were entertained at the ancient site of Persepolis when we met a team of international filmmakers (including two Americans) who were making a documentary about Olympic female skiers from Iran, a film to be released on a new Olympic TV channel next winter.
Walking Ancient Site Stirs the Imagination
The architectural designs, brilliantly colored tiles, and the use of thousands of shimmering mirrors in palaces and mosques can only be described by showing you pictures. Most people have heard about Persepolis, but when you walk the ancient site, your imagination comes into play as you try and feel what it was like to live in the ancient world. In 500 BC, Persepolis was the ceremonial capital of the Achaemenid kings, with remains of the palaces of Darius the Great, Xerxes and Attaxerxes. My photograph below depicts only a small corner of the enormous site and the age-worn bas-reliefs of gift-bearing kings representing tributary nations of the Persian Empire.
Their main activity is raising livestock, and since they live in a harsh, unproductive land, they travel a distance to nearby villages to buy fruits and vegetables and other goods to support their existence. Their water is trucked in once or twice a month to support them, as well as their livestock. The Qashgai women are known for their very colorful dress, unlike the women we saw in the cities, but the next generation of Qashgai want a better life, so like in most nomadic cultures around the world, the young people are moving to the cities and attending university and looking for good jobs.
Visiting Nomadic Tribes in Mountainous Region
That’s one of the reasons I was so intent on visiting them because like so many tribal cultures on our planet, they soon will disappear. But finding them was not so easy because their camps were scattered throughout a vast mountainous region with rocky steep paths substituting as roads. Even our local guide, who thought he knew their location, had difficulty finding them, as he had to stop several times and ask for directions.
With our guide as the translator, we asked questions about their nomadic life, which, among other things, consists of moving their goats by truck to graze in the high mountains during the summer and the lowlands during the winter months. I certainly never saw anything green for the goats to graze on. Life is anything but simple, but they seemed happy and certainly interested in meeting us since very few tourists go there. After we finished our tea and our questions were answered, they offered to kill a goat and make us lunch, but that’s when we knew it was time to leave.
Experiencing Rich Persian Flavors
Persian food is healthy and delicious — meat and rice spiced with saffron, barberry, and turmeric and accented with pomegranate, plums, walnuts, tamarind, lemon, heaps of mint and multiple blended spices. Their delicious soups, made with barley, mushroom or corn, were a meal-time staple. The whole milk yogurt served regularly made returning home and eating non-fat very boring. I filled a soup bowl at almost every meal because the yogurt was perfect for dipping Persian bread. And saffron ice cream. Wow! Bright yellow and delicious. Given my enthusiasm for the food, I was surprised I lost some weight, but then alcohol is forbidden there.
Significant Influences on Art, History, and Culture
I learned that the Persians inspired the world’s finest carpets (we bought two), miniature paintings (we abstained), ceramic glazes (we were tempted), the Arab horse, the Shiraz grape (now used for juice), the carrot (huh?), the domesticated rose (via the Ottomans), the paisley motif, the earliest stained glass, and the aptly named Persian cat. Their ancient poets still popular today – Rumi, Hafez and Omar Khayyam — influenced the works of Dante, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Shelley, C.S. Lewis, and Doris Lessing. I could make the list longer, but you get the point. All of the above boils down to art, history, and culture.
And yet, at the now-abandoned Towers of Silence, dating back to the 18th century, corpses were left on the platform to be picked clean by vultures, a process which only took a few hours, but that grisly practice no longer exists. Persian history going back some 4,000 years ago boggles one’s mind.
While gun violence is extreme in the U.S., this problem does not exist in Iran because no one is allowed to have a gun, except for hunting, and these permits are extremely difficult to get. However, many of the locals with whom we talked expressed frustration with their government, just like many of us currently feel about ours. Bottom line: I always felt safe. I always felt welcomed.
Yes, as in other countries, there are human rights issues in Iran, gender inequality, and religious codes that push our hot buttons, but I can’t change any of these constrictions, and given the purpose of my trip, I prefer to write about the people and the culture, not the politics. In traveling to Iran my intention was to represent America to the local people I met, but since my return home, I find I’m serving more as an ambassador for Iran to the American people.
Most Americans Remain Skeptical
Most Americans will remain skeptics until they visit there. What confuses some Americans is that Iranians are not Arabs. They are Persians, but they are also Muslims, Shia Muslims. They do not speak Arabic. They speak Farsi. However, my impression is that the government under President Rouhani is slowly easing up on some of the strict codes of conduct and confining dress, but it is still the Islamic Republic of Iran, and I saw more women in black chadors than in any other Muslim country to which I have traveled.
And yet in the big cities like Tehran and Isfahan, I noticed some younger women wearing more revealing clothes, tighter pants and tops, tons of make-up, and a somewhat looser scarf. And yet, sharing the same sidewalk were groups of giggling teenage girls wearing their school uniforms of a black chador with a navy blue head scarf. The teenagers amused me as they pushed each other aside, trying to be first to grab a selfie with us, using their cellphones. In some ways they reminded me of the king penguins in Antarctica, wearing their black and white uniforms, flapping their wings, and pushing each other aside, squawking loudly, as they sidled up to me as if to say, Me first. Get out of the way. Me first.
The Adventure continues…